Poetry
SELF-PORTRAIT WITH BURIED CLAMS
Tide was out, low light pizzazz over Minas Basin under the sun’s flaring. A long ululation from the sea, a sound like swelling as we searched for clam dimples in the sand—...
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! / /