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...
