Hannah Rahimi like the hyacinth in the mountains that shepherd men with their feet trample down and on the ground the purple flower They don’t warn you about the dangers of oblivion. They should tell you: Stay away from the…
Category: RUIN
Haiku Breaks on Tides of Melancholia
Concetta Principe Fishbowl of what aches a rusted nail dying in its bed of wormed wood feels nothing Fishbowl of nothing is not nothing but the tremors of something saints or Danish princes whine about Fishbowl of the limit of…
Ground Pepper
Jen MacDonald The freckles around your eyes always had always looked like ash. After spending my morning stacking river rocks to shoulder height for a fire pit, I finally found fuel. I squatted down and grabbed a weightless, crunchy armful.…
Coarse Edges
Gili Haimovich La-La-La – Lullaby By now we were supposed to be tucked into being parents, owning our own house. Instead, our homeless auras linger on the wet streets, the only blankie we drag through the day and its tears.…
Inheriting a Threadbare Political Treatise
Elleni Centime Zeleke 1 If the body has its own language it is because limbs and lungs are also a repository for events long forgotten by conscious memory. Peel away the walls of the body and you are bound to…
Darkness is a Trusted Friend
Siouxzi L. Mernagh The forest’s darkness had become a trusted friend. A worn-in coat resting its sun-warmed hands on the shoulders, then wrapping the entire body in an unhurried could-be-the-last embrace. It had not always been this way. The first…