early
with you: an entrance when you open your eyelids glitter specks of fever dream and its a buzzing day a day to burst and fruit a winged seed in sun hips knife and writhe, soft hair filling fist … Continue Reading
Issue: 2018
Bees
It’s winter and There are bees in you. They push their way out of The corners of your mouth When you grin, a driven mass. Bees in your eyes, they crawl Out of your ears like slow honey. Their bristle legs are sticky From the things between your teeth. … Continue Reading
9:45 am
A dandelion, disguised as a sunflower. You can do so much better than to focus on a weed like me. … Continue Reading
Ada B. Wells
Ada B. Wells is not her real name, but she talks about Ida B. Wells who refused to give up her seat on the train long before Rosa Parks could even ride the bus without her mother. We had just met, and her furry top hat sat over her hair. She was lament … Continue Reading
Still
This was his fifth day working on the front line of the Colorado wildfire; the smoke and heat tearing through his chest had begun to wear on him. He coughed as he reached for his bandanna, which had slid down his face and was no longer covering his nos … Continue Reading