Fran Tirado
I have been shucked! I shudder, clutchin
the dried up thins of my husk. Crunches.
Cue horns, slow & croonin. Snake rattles. […]
I have been shucked! I shudder, clutchin
the dried up thins of my husk. Crunches.
Cue horns, slow & croonin. Snake rattles. […]
Do everything you do to me
gently. Make my throat fat
and full with you, and easy. Make
me mouth your praises. Please
some graciousness from this trembling. […]
New work by Saddiq Dzukogi plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
I have been there
as you were last night
at the beach to see
if the sea has returned
our footprints […]
A quarrel in white. / In noir lowlight, the women / don’t know who to turn to. Veil of splitting leaves, / veil soaked in rosé, […]
Test weekly, or: how to start small fires
in the kitchen. I place my lips to your chest
where the beating is red. You throb and throb.
Read: do not paint. Read: I am learning […]
We can’t seem to stop buying plants. We’re both 25, suddenly adults, and the plants feel like we’re doing it right. Well, Charlie is the one who takes care of the plants and I do nothing but try to stay away. But the living green leaves and Charlie’s daily waterings make me feel capable by proxy. […]
The forecast assures us
of placid skies
but snow comes instead
commanding our attention […]
Heliotropic Crab Canon (Icarus as Felix Baumgartner) Blooming from dark matter, I burst. Then like a nova cleaving eternity I vault through the tropopause demanding an answer from immortals. Gallant taunts, love notes advance like […]
I don’t mean the midnights I steal at fifteen
floating air & fuel down Dixie Hwy, under
the streetlamps’ orbed glares […]
Poems by Emily Skaja plus an interview with Emily by Phillip B. Williams […]
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