awaygoing the city might miss me when i am gone. there is strength in ambiguity, and despite most likely not missing the city myself, i still do have a validation complex. the fingers will not stretch and wave, though. there will not be a hole in the existence of the city. there will just be […]
Well, You’re Dead and I’m holding my own,taking on water, mainlyin my feet and ankles,filling up like a rain gaugeor the Edmund Fitzgerald.Time hangs burdens on us:weight, fatigue, regretthe most noticeable.They bind our hands andplant our feet to the soil,to a moment thatno longer existson this twisting Earth.A mediocre boxer,I keep moving, clockwise,around this ring,shoulders […]
First Winter After She Left by Yash Seyedbagheri First winter after Mother leaves, sister Nancy and I shovel unruly snow, hands weighed down by patches. Flakes fly, whirling seductresses. We clear faster. Flakes cover clearness. Nature gives. Takes. Gives people wanderlust, makes world cold. We try to make everything perfect. Keep clearing. We trip. Keep […]
Cancer by Michael T. Smith It was hard to run from this place when it was a part of me. There was a war in me, born sometime in the past. I didn’t know I was pregnant, a Hera of personal strife. There was a frown in me larger than my womb. […]