Poetry

Created as a foil for mankindthis beautiful messis — in truth — a beautiful box. A lacquered confectionof sculpted curvesand clever spaces containing centuries of ...

I stood on the street corner and O! Theskyscraper imploded just up the street ’Twas the next neighborhood methinks.As I stood on Świętokrzyska Street,holding my ...

they must be held still or made to stay awake the long bus ride felt like a pupae my sunburnt back crackling to crispy bits ...

The ennui sets in insidiously. A blue haze creeps over the horizon that marks the edge of the kingdom. Every time I look out the ...

These are the rocks I told you about. Sometimes the locals scramble down to collect dulse and periwinkles. You need a pin to get the ...

Every night it is the same. Her stomach rises first, lifted from the bed like a noodle across fork tines. Shoulders and legs follow, and ...