Facetiming (First lockdown, 2020) how soon is it hanging up the phone & instantly sigh almost dial back & yearn for that voice materialised—your stubbled chin— knowing it’s crimson dark at the Bosphorus & still mid-afternoon outside my window ...
We Used Every Part of the Tree Set to music here: https://youtu.be/3sJgo6577dA First, we lapped at every leaf then torethe veins out with our teeth. For seconds,we licked the twigs until they were paleand our tongues were sore. Third, we spikedthe branches between...
Swiped I met Paul the old-fashioned way. It’s unimaginable to think we used our fingers. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Right? We were in phase four of the Government’s plan. Or was it five? First, they stopped public gatherings. Then the schools...
1. That annoying midwesterner who loves snow What Brits call “grit”—safety substance—to dissolve ice and snow. Salt-commingled sand,reddish like a radish, ferrous, but mostlythe color of pink sick on the groundearly in the morning outside a nightclub.Somehow...
Above the quaint and quiet apartment building located in the middle of an unnamed city floats a giant eye. It is hideous, large, swollen, and bloodshot, capillaries twirling and twisting like snakes throughout the entire eyeball. The optic nerve which connected it to...
What the Trees Say at Dawn Oneduskymoon-honeyed glissandothreaded through thorned ribcagefluxed mosaic of sustained blossomrefracted in delicate chords of light probingumbra of submarine rasp grasping for a...
The chimes were ringing again. RING-RING. RING-RING-RING. And on and on. They did that when the wind wouldn’t let anyone get a single word in edgewise. It had to howl all night. It had to be right. THUNK. Slim branches rattled the small cottage. Despite their size,...
The Ballachulish Figure (alder wood and rough crystal c. 600 BC.) Listed among notable deaths of the era:a passenger pigeon at Loch Leven.We’re extinguishing ourselves, Cailleach.Age of Bronze, Age of Iron, Age of Decay.A taxidermy pigeon, Nestlé bottled...
Finding the Vulva on a Beach Latin-wise, as vagina, I am sheath, madefor holding life. I aman oyster shell, made for children to cup, hollow to hollow,against their ears. To press into hands of their own giants,to say, Listen, and have one towering pillar of...
Tree Mother A prickly platinum river cracks the bruised sky in two. A tree mother dressed in bridal finery, arms laden with moon flowers, stands quietly, drenched in star rain. By dawn, the ground beneath her feet will be a city of broken dove wings. The day...
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