Twenty-First Century Red Riding Hood

The world is my mother and Mother is a witch,she says, a psychological horror protagonistwalled in, exit forbidden sans consent.Lest the teen princess be exiled. The hearth is ravenous, cavernous,cold as the word no.The screen is her ladder,her savior. Purveyor of...

melt

there’s a shade of bluethat pulls in with the cloudsover the glacierwhere the ice pushes back against Apollobegs the navy, canary meshing opento give it coveragefrom the rushing of the meltit prefers the greys which protect its coverits vulnerability liesin picture...

Precarity

i.if i’m telling the truth—and i am, this time—every time i look at myself in the mirror i’m looking for someone else.this secret dialect, disguised in broad daylight, selfhood splitin two: perceived and imagined. the gap is so wide it echoes.what ungodly thing i...

Wormwood

Ieva Dapkevicius “The city’s name is the same as one of the Ukrainian namesfor Artemisia vulgaris, mugwort or common wormwood.”Etymology of ‘Chernobyl’, O. S. Melnychuk”… and the name of the star is called...

Spidersong

August, and the days seep into dark sand.Hems of lace trail behind each wavethat retreats from the shore, identical,unnumbered.Bramble-month! My thoughts blackenfrom red to ripe to rot amidst your thorns.Dawn arrives wrapped in shawlsof spider-silk fog beaded with...

Archeology of the year 4,000 A.D.

After the sculpture by Cleber “Lobo” Machado. Angels, all pistons and ironwork,descending a ladder in unison — it is 4,000 A.D.and distinctions between persons troubleand fade, as, on the way up, one learnedto make distinctions, what it meansto multiply.Once, we...

the eagle has landed,

its contours at meetpointsin disarray. Carried off? Delicately,“transported.” The comte d’Angivillerdescribed a prison as a lemniscate,a guard calling out, “Houston, Damon Stanley lives in Columbus, Ohio and has a website at damonstanley.com.

Harmonic Series

after Olivia Muenz Welcome in. Close the door behind you please. I’d like it if you took off your shoes. I just had this carpet cleaned. Last week. Welcome in. This is what will win me the Pulitzer. This is my brain. On calculus. Or on music. You can decide. Both...

On Autumn

1.Along the fences the men wear camouflage like fashion. Old wagon wheels lean against the posts and fleck white paint. Buckets of carrots for the deer. I like the jerky that hangs in plastic bags from pegs across the front of each general store along M-61, the salt...