By Ashley Gonzalez Light trickles through cracked walls, dancing with dim shadows over dusty floors. My eyes follow follow follow, Spirit hollow hollow hollow, cleared out years ago by cold hearted foes and rows with Self and Other. Lovers of mine...
By Sophia Kiang This has been a circularly beautiful night. We parked in the power plant and Jesus and Mary were waiting for us, so close. Switching gas stations, red light district leather, full of love for the ways that you lie. Soon I would be...
This year, I wrote about a subject that I did not want to dwell on, but for some reason could not stop writing about. I grew up Catholic and was fairly devout for most of my life, but over the past few years, given the testimony of acquaintances,...
October: A Haiku Story Want is a cold wind. I watch the leaves fly soundless And dream of roots, deep. If I catch a leaf, Pin it close, scarlet, umber, Will I be a tree? Reaching high, sightless, What’s left behind remembered, Wrapped around my feet....
Market In gray light between dawn and day, before drudges arrive at their towering hives, before crowds of tourists trudge the farmers market aisle, flowers come to the city in trucks. Men in aprons, women in kerchiefs, receive buckets of dahlias, stock,...
