Issue: 2017

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn … Continue Reading

The cousin of aleph and ayan and name and creation, A for the apple, on the branch in the garden The one you know well, with the snake and the tree. A for forgetting, as in Alzheimers, aphasia, and anonymously me.   Believe me, it’s true: In the b … Continue Reading

Wearing a smile the photographer chose in your yearbook picture and the wistful faux-fencepost-leaning pose in your yearbook picture. An old barn, a covered bridge, and a hickory with a rope swing: quaint country backdrop complete with scarecrows in yo … Continue Reading

your footsteps echoed when you walked through hallways. gold soaked the walls and diamonds dripped from the sky. you never knew of desire, for its screams were muffled with silk and slips of green paper; piling up into mountains and molehills that you … Continue Reading

I’m contemplating the height of your window and the thickness of the skin on the inside wall of your thumb. I cannot quite place the growth of your smile as it expands over rocky valleys and causes fossils to be reborn. I am swimming in a pool of jelly … Continue Reading

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our eyes closer together. I’m writing you to confess to my failures as I brew in the cracked tea pot on the window sill, Teetering between the snow and a steamy room with two moon faces. Let’s have a … Continue Reading