Poetry
In the Cold Earth and Beneath the Bluish Sky
By James SharryIn the Cold Earth and Beneath the Bluish Sky Now six months after the problems on Church Street, I’m still thinking about all the ways I might die: All anxiety all the time Every breath a traumatic stress
Power-Ties
By Marcella DurandRemarkably, I write to you on a day that would most like to remain a place, which despite rain could be an active time, when we could all be so productive taking samples of hair, nails, and skin, growing them inside our desk blenders. You’d use a food processor yourself,
"it is similar to all others"
By Marcella Durandthe kind of disturbance that comes up when flying over a kind of disturbance that startled: believe it s called "turbulence" and occurs when flying over turb and slowed down by excess that is the kind of f over viewed out the tiny window shuttered in plastic as though in a giant plastic wrap when believe it oh y believe it like finding a bottle of bleach under yr seat
