by Jessica Jemalem Ginting | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Ed note: An earlier version of this poem originally appeared at honeyfirelit in October 2021.You and I could simply touchwe’d createa monstersix-legged mareit wouldn’t fit in a barn...
by McAllister David | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
sun drips / sky sighs / night sleeps / day risebean brews / clock sings / she wakes / she criesblood red / dreams shred / old frights / walk nightsshe breathes / she pours / first sip / time soars McAllister David is a mathematics major and lover of literature. He...
by S.H. Woodgeard | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Not enoughgo back outsays DadIt’s colderwettermore snowGo back outget moresays DadWe lug ourmetal pail tothe coal pileUnder whitewith spadeswe chip at blackLittle comeshands red and numbwe dig A current MFA candidate at Wichita State University, S.H. Woodgeard lives...
by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Izraq Jesen Imaginea day / eight years ago / we are at the staircase to the college west wing / the hallway opens / into History i kiss / the dimple at the corner of your lips / History frowns / through cobwebbed veilTell mewe are allowed to / have this / to love to /...
by Noren Haq | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
I will embroider us together, into every secret seamturn the bedsheet inside outand leave it to fade to dust in the spare room.A surprise for when I’m gone.And then you will seeHow we were made and unmade and could never be undone.And you will knowHow much you were...
by maoglone | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Michael Black I gave them a vial of my blood,inside the small room.It was lost by the analyser.Whilstwe need a blood democracy hothouse,for now, it remains my blood.I let it be tested again and again. Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow. He...
