Poetry
Planning the Animal
October. Hoary spaces. My thinking goes up. My muscles tauten. January will come. A nearly open jackknife, my stance will congeal. Desire in my eye will quicken and fasten to a spot...
Photographic Memory
On a humid night the moon steaming in the sky we sat around the cottage firepit my daughter squealing as marshmallows got sooty and sticky on the wooden skewer an instrumental song...
I Should Have Stolen More Chocolate Bars
I became a sinner when I stole a chocolate bar from the supermarket. / I shared it with my cousin, who would not suspect / a seven-year-old of stashing chocolates. Unlike my...
Fragment on Youth
Even with some details refurbished, others gone ragged and its edges all eaten up in blue it commands the respect we give anything that stands a great ways away and remains in...
Flight
I cannot be the only one who feels the sexual tension between strangers on airplanes, the altitude flicking the light on in my womb, like if we’re not careful we could all...
DON’T DELETE THIS!!!
Sobbing your way down the 401 on the four-hour trip home will have you starting to feel like maybe the sudden resurgence of instagram story chain mail was right all along. Try...
Contest Winner
Suddenness Lullaby
This poem won the second 2026 Mini Contest, a warmup round for the 2-Day Contest! / /
Safranal
You stand by the stove, stirring a pot of bubbling rice— sticky, gelatinous—your arthritic fingers stained gold by pinched saffron. Your hair is the same rusty bob, your brown eyes ringed with...