Love Pandemic Let Love be the pandemic. Instead of Corona and Covid 19, let’s get infected with that Love machine. Let that bug course through your veins, envelop your lungs, inhabit all your thoughts. Let Love be the answer to hate and violence and chaos. Let Love be the kiss of death to all greed, …
Good morning, Sunshine Good morning, Sunshine, you are shining softly to warm the morning dew There’s a tenderness about you today; your fervor, the perfect degree I sit with you in the a.m. and enjoy the warmth of your reach My mind drifts as I imagine the distant shore, when we’re together at the edge …
While he was working on his latest book my name is wolf, the third and final installment of The Daughter Trilogy, our editor Chiwan Choi sent out ‘sets,’ or EPs as he referred to them, of different pieces from the book to various artists & writers to get in conversation with, to remix, to jump …
A Body Tries to Tell the Truth A boy walks into a surgery. Fires used to eat medical records. Doctors used to lie. I’m staring at birth certificate. It is a forgery. The State can lie. A boy declines a surgery, prays for less of himself instead. A man wishes his body was a forgery, …
As a writer, it is my job to persuade the reader. However, it is important to be aware that in life, there is always an element of inquiry. As a consumer, one can choose to invest their time and energy into different concepts, or they can choose to challenge them. This is applicable to life …
Spider Woman She tats filaments for her web, delicate connections regally covering the corner until drones fly too close. Snatch! She folds it away, spins again, this time on the back of the sofa, against the fabric; gossamer threads stretched to the wall. Wham! Her web collapses under the indifferent mop of the cleaning lady, …
They Say We Are Not the Body And they’re probably right, but when I broke through the railing, then fell eight feet off the deck, it sure felt like my body. The snap of humerus. The bruises coloring my right hip like a world map. The heart injured from falling out of marriage is not …
After An Exhaustive Study of the Girdle of Venus* 1. The whiskey all sour went down sweet 2. on the tongue, his lips across my thighs 3. I name Eden, garden of bridge & gospel 4. & esteem for my parts—breasts, skin & 5. spit & the way he grazes, savoring groan 6. & delight, …
Truth Is Beauty: Ode to a Friend …and the silence becomes a part of us. We’ve fed each other out of a desperation to be heard, through a series of back and forth explitives said over the phone. Filling in the blanks left us impaired. …and the silence came from a lack of words for …
Ocean A few feet out the swell begins Pushing toward the front, where we all stand Rolls upon rolls, the waters seem to be in a rush Sashaying swiftly, to make way to the shore When the people notice the tides rushing forward, With haste they move away Don’t want to get swept under, so …
Lord, Help Me Be Like The Knitters There is as much of a chance that the world will end today as there ever has been and god knows that Shiva’s wheel of destruction is spinning full bore right now. But that doesn’t stop the six ladies at the next table from holding their two-hour knitting …
Review of Hysterical Cake by Amy Baskin —“Let them eat cake!” — remark attributed to Marie Antoinette In a poem from Amy Baskin’s debut chapbook Hysterical Cake (Dancing Girl Press 2021), the speaker says, “I want to be a holy fool” (“Hidden Wholeness”). I think she has succeeded. While the poems in Hysterical Cake are thoughtful …
Winter Exhaustion burns blue circles under my eyes craves the blood seeping into my mouth from my broken lip I’ve been chewing on for two hours like a pack of big league chew bubble gum my nails claw into my forearm’s flesh to distract from the iron that coats the back of my swollen throat …
MAIDEN LANE DAWN Silence tomorrow, but tonight, the sky is clear, no wind, nothing, the stars shine, see that? Still, the song echoes, you know a song enough to drown the notes in silence as the seeds. Warm breeze appears, as the answer to a prayer, this morning. Maiden Lane drifts on the rays in …
The Prosciutto Ambulance We are traveling to Italy with special needs; my dear daughter, her chair with wheels, her schedule requirements, her helpmates, but most of all with her hunger. We are traveling to Italy where dinner is late while Eden must chomp early on something but not anything; simple not sloppy, lunch and dinner. …
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