Poetry
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I’m too old / and empty / / for kettles / that run dry / / hips sore / legs stiff / / I’ll build / one bracket /...
circuit city
I’m part of a quick waiting line in Circuit City / A doe-eye register-girl asks me for my Visa. / Words are the only instalment plan the heavens / left me. I...
changing channels
This summer is a mild racket. Like legions / of crickets rubbing statistics from their tiny wings / / Twenty-four-hour news seeps through mesh / into oversweet air, wanting not to...
fog
it’s something lovely, / sucking / / a web. / / I’ve forgotten how / to do this, / / waiting. / / asterisking the thick grey /...
glamour
c.d. wright & mark cox / / heraldic, subjective. / / (grammar’s / etymological daughter). / / cock-kingdom-come-crow. / / matter got up in / a costume of...
iris versicolour
Alive but standing still, / Iris stood against a patch of marigolds / (her complements in yellow), / / and I just happened to have a knife / and a jar...
internet youkali
Fingers hovering like humming birds over the keys. / / lost@4ever.yk / / A thrum of hesitation as each letter is pecked out / from a starling-rush of platitudes. /...
you tell me your happiest childhood memory
In a house without a toybox, / everything felt like something. / Your mother’s tweezers, / a plastic fork, / the lens from a broken pair of glasses. / / You...
the word for rain
Saturday morning, the air smelled of sticky rice, / glutinous to the skin, steaming me slowly. By noon, / the sky crackled like paper, folded into animal shapes. / Then, two days...