jumping spiders how to begin the story of that house, that house of never too much heady wine and hard cheese, house that thumped earth,...

BOB’S “VARSITY” BARBER SHOP was located on the corner of Barton Avenue And Tulare Street, in a small shopping center Next door to the...

People in unstable situations I know a girl who moved from finglas in her 20s to athy. has a longterm boyfriend a little younger lately...

boyfriend diary i found poem i’ve been feeling a lot. i don’t know how i keep reminding myself to move, breathe, understand goodness, i’m...

headache split head thunderous nauseous strobe lights concussion beat drip dripping over my teeth iron tang scattered pills across the...

list (a living document) for when you say ask you anything and I cannot and all my words, thoughts, feelings are caught in loop inside me...

76-degree morning already The birds no longer chirp and the hum of air conditioners mixes with the polluted canadian wildfire air the...

Eternal bless Your heart is like a big bank’s vault full of eternal fine wine be thankful for whoever cracked it open Now, you can pour...

Winter Wonderland There’s a mechanical Mrs. Claus and Santa, each with a small light for their candles as if they were at a front porch...

Time has passed away, just like the dead dandelions that drift upon a breeze. It floats above our fallen dreams like some specter from...

Bidets and such Friends warn me, one of the hardest parts of travelling overseas is the unusual toilet configurations. To be prepared, I...

thistle hurt spied a thistle in my pasture she cuts, i’ve bled some same as before, you’re just as lovely and unwelcome grayscale how...

Fall but one time I took a leaf that followed me home from 5th grade and I kept it in a pie dish that was never meant for pie but apple...

for Sinéad O'Connor “This disgusting world broke her and kept on breaking her.” -Shirley Manson Yellowjackets are social wasps feed their...

Sandbar, Person Lake We spent a day in sand between the bottom and the Further shore, dragging tanned feet, swaying in the Sigh of the...

CW: Abortion There are no birds on the highway. They don’t nest in streetlamps as the metal machines screech past, relentless as weather....

—you wrote about the bluebird. They snapped its neck. Then you wrote about the red-bellied woodpecker. But they plucked its feathers. So...

Aiyana is the author of the chapbook Stone Fruit (Bottlecap Press, 2020). Her poems have appeared in Cordella Press, Thimble Literary...

Tiny Reprieves There’s a goldfinch walking in the road daring cars to brake. Highways with faded yellow guardrails cutting through...

Scorpio Moon What I have been wanting to hear - I'm not afraid of you. I love the gaping, bottomless pit inside you I will not try to...