poetry
Becoming a Believer and NFPA 70E
The locals, believers of gods, drink tsipouro long into the night // And brag to me about how lucky they were to be born here
Her Last Garden
My uncle told me turn the soil over // after that we'll lay a sheet over it // everything under it will die, and // we can start again.
Immersion and The Anatomy of Average
By Barun Saha
Those are stygian times when blood & clay plastered on bones melt into lumps // The floor tiles slide across, the many mouths of abyss await
Inquisition
By Meggie Royer
Before we knew, we heard— // the horses shot in the pasture, // clamor receding along the fence line like snow.
Pilliwinks and The Boot and My Head is a Cat B Jug
By Joseph Long
Ain’t that done yet? Ain’t that done? Three words which, // if spoken too soon, sears itself upon // my balloon.
Liquid Courage and trying magnesium for anxiety
By Jia Yan Tan
but if that doesn’t work then call your mother
Elegy for Overachieving
And yet nothing is as satisfying // as scratching the pen back // and forth over having it all // done and evidenced.
A Time Traveler's Guide
If you move a chair, // the Pharaoh's curse may turn out // to be a fact.
Knolling Photography
Outside, the morning sun // Is sitting in the sky // Like a cake plate crayoned
Never Forget and Psychosomatics
I will never forget // how quickly your scooter sped down the hill
