I. Fill my belly with the arsenic and old lace. Let me carry you down the lane To the field where the flowers fled After the warm spring...

Sylvia Santiago's work has appeared/will appear in Bureau of Complaint, Crow & Cross Keys, Cutbow Quarterly, Honey Literary, and...

Content Warning: this poem references mental disorders, disordered eating, and sexual assault. that afternoon the therapist said two...

I’d like to gather my children and their children’s children and we’d meet by the shore at dawn. We would watch the horizon burn as the...

He says we’re just bags of meat, metabolizing until we die no meaning, no purpose no meaning, no purpose no meaning, no purpose unless we...

Now onto nights when the silvery moon extends its monochrome to anything pale and prepared to reflect, absorb, and forecast the cooler...

Acting My Age I am the crone who craves Naked skin against mine Who yearns giving in to gravity The safe, strong cradle Of a lover’s hold...

Content Warning for references to suicide, child abuse, and self harm. My wife tried to arrange an escape room for my fortieth birthday...

We The human-ape A god-like misfortune A worm-like manifestation Stricken with consciousness Dangling from decaying bags of skin...

Ornithomancy with Rain & Flying Geese The sky empties leaden rain. Its story falls apart on its way to earth. Its story is the same sad...

Our Species: A Bio-Note of Homo Sapiens So, we distinguished ourselves as Bipedalists eating cooked foods So, we’ve become frenzy Makers...

Tune in—it's prime time for mammals with a prefrontal cortex and anxiety disorders on a planet that is burning. Mammal from mamma,...

Life in the Bathroom Response poem to “From the Women’s Restroom” by Kaitlyn Spees A sign above the women’s bathroom sink tells me Water...

CW: sexual harassment, chronic/potentially fatal illness, and pornography/pin-up girl culture Jellyfish After the really dirty and...

A Tub Poem I was watching this poem float by and thinking it was painted by Van Gogh I don’t know Or was it the women going to and fro...

We share moments of grace And we love the bones of the bird That flies around our blooming fantasy Collecting paper notes written in your...

Love Me Some Coyote (After 'Coyote Dream II' by Karen Pierce Gonzalez) Coyote is a friend of mine, at least, he told me he was, but how...

Grab a pen, write this down. Ink it before you forget. Nonsense is: The things people shout when they know they are wrong. The things...

I am barefoot and hungry on the forest fringe of a black and white dream over-exposed shadows film my skin as I squeeze out of a tightly...

Each Step Each Step The Ancient Ones step through me. Each step, So fresh No step was ever taken. Purity Two dozen Purity Roses. The...