Poetry
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...
Moving Ruins
after Zoë Keating i am revisiting a common kestrel eating a bat on the ledge of someone’s bedroom window. it’s 2010 again and the chat logs are beaming, teeming with conversion of...
Under the Sun
Rain is the merging of cool air with warm under general conditions of humidity. Try to remember it has nothing to do with love or grief. This is the consolation of philosophy:...
Baseball Game, with Octopus
I want the dusty afternoon sun to sneak up on top of me through the living room shutters while I loll on my couch listening to Buck Martinez lament the modern catcher’s...