Stevie Edwards
There is an absence of lemon. Dark, dark as roots, as earth. It is the tongue’s earth, coats the swallowing. Coats are because we need more fur. […]
There is an absence of lemon. Dark, dark as roots, as earth. It is the tongue’s earth, coats the swallowing. Coats are because we need more fur. […]
held together by wild oceans,
grassed over rail tracks,
whiskey and brief churches,
your interior untamed […]
a friend of mine, said,
Death is painless, even for me. He wore
all the words, some sleeves
no one had ever heard, […]
Our submissions have increased with every year. To thank you for your confidence in us, we have reduced the submission fee from previous years so that the barrier to submission is even lower. We want […]
Dear Brown Bright Heart,
sneak into my mouth—crowned glory
loosen my coarse crimson tongue […]
Different cities glow different colors in the rain Throwing up in bathroom stalls My leather jacket & cold February wind Shades of black so dark they’re purple Cities glow different colors in the dark Night […]
not the waves
but the rocks
not the rocks
but the hips […]
When you wrote his obituary
& chose the photos did you think of me? […]
This year’s list of stellar debut collections put together by Poet’s & Writers includes Thief in the Interior by our very own Coeditor in Chief Phillip B. Williams. And of course it does! Check out […]
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