1 of 0 if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as Doom Abaca, dead; a cab, a decade fagged, a hijacked lima bean, an opal ‘q,’ ransomed; a strumpet, and … More Three poems by Jon Pierce
Dear Watcher, 1 Be calm. Categorize by level of threat. File by style. A red jagged letter needles my skin. Tell myself this is a joke. Linger in the hallway after school. Back pressed against the lockers. Look left. Look right. Wait for the invisible man who hides like sin and speaks like fire. Why … More Dear Watcher, by Jenn Powers
Amateur Icarus by Marcus Goodyear The moon is a glowing white ear, passing between gingerbread houses where wasps build their paper hexes. You are not here so it can’t be changing for us, this celestial cochlea and canal trained at the earth teaching me to listen when your phone rings and rings its robotic … More Amateur Icarus by Marcus Goodyear
