Ways to Die While Breathing I’ve heard this more than once: Death slides the mind to turbulence and dust, Anytimebullets may break my spine break my spine I can’t decide if this scares me or not Besides, there aremany ways to die ...
Her unrelenting certitude is as irritating as her criticisms of other peoples’ food and her refusal to let anyone cook in her kitchen. She tells me God doesn’t lie– to have faith. A leap is a star many say can be reached, but I’ve seen a small frog in the middle...
Rachel has an extraordinary gift to burn toast beyond repair, a talent she inherited from her grandfather, she says. The smell of coffee and fire tells me she’s up. I say, You can throw that away. I can just make you some. She shakes her head and twirls the knife...
Evermore Each of her wing strokes stokes heavy air to currents blends heat with movement softens summer. Many know that her hair is sometimes a cloud of unruly proportions tangling spreading into split ends thinning frizzing that each of her breasts is a...
Hiding from the crowned virus, and my landlord half waves, a downward motion, to the lemon tree who’s called the bees and small white moths to the once-empty yard these years in Kaimukī. “Has to come up.” White-teeth smiling as he speaks, and he hides behind dark...
from V ASH The palms were burned to make the ash. On Sunday, V tucked the palm behind the frame of the print of the old man praying. On Wednesday, she went early for her ash. On some plain Tuesday, when trees were reaching erupting arms to a sky tinged with impending...
DEWY BRUISES Blinking in a cusp of jump. My pupils are the welcome wells to ink’s inaugural drop. Having been the bee, awe-struck and humming in amber, having swum still in the slow, gold honey bridging time and eternity, having sat soundlessly atop the vibrations of...
At first, I loved the attention. Everyone at school had a sort of hushed concern that I had a serious health condition. The school was unusually permitting in their allowance of my absences for the doctors’ appointments. It was all of the spotlight and concern without...
Shipping Charges -For two-day poem deliverythe cost goes up over ten linesA poem overnightis even more expensiveThe UPS man is a limerick Load In Quarantine -When we took walksall we did was look at our phones.Trapped inside, there was infinite timeto hurl...
Laura Ingram is a tiny girl with big glasses and bigger ideas. Her poetry and prose have been published in over seventy literary journals, among them The Cactus Heart Review, Gravel, Glass Kite Anthology and Voice of Eve. Her first collection, Junior...
