Watchers They knew, but they preferred to donothing other than watching until theybecame the reckless watchers of the planet,buying, selling, owning, using, feasting with hungrymouths, with hungry hearts that loved only consumingeverything the earth offered them...
There’s no gender in the box,colors aren’t boys or girlsI tell my three-year-oldwho refuses to take the pink crayon,plump hand a resistant fist. I begin sketching two offerings;a razzmatazz squealer with large snout,mud-palace porcine surely no princess.Next I send...
Life is what you make it / Nana said / she knew a thing or two about living / born at the fag end of the century / into just-above poverty / she walked a mile to church / three times every Sunday / for the salvation of her six- year-old soul / mealtimes she sat at the...
Content warning: Death or dying Sometimes things just die. No drama or freak mischance, just the small fading hum of systems shutting down. Neither fear gods nor regard justice nor seek hope, for there is none. But persevere with dull futility, all otherness seeping...
the brick arrives through the living room window with the speed of intent glass and shag carpet mix in the moon’s light we awaken, six sets of sleepy doe eyes widen from our permanent camp on the living room floor our mothers race in squawking, braids undone trailing...
Content warning: death or dying The degrees have fallen so low of late, the landscape a video noise. It has become impossible to think. Meanwhile, the children continue to require feeding. They’re playing with the little sunlight left, hoping that tree branches...
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