January 13, 2021
Poetry: “Boiled eggs taste better at sea,” she claimed. We dedicated our morning to untangling rods and replacing hooks.
January 27, 2021
Poetry: i text you about all my meals so you know what's inside of me when it's not you.
February 3, 2021
Poetry: ... She’d play Scott Joplin’s waltz, ‘Bethena’, its title like her name, so I thought the song was hers ...
February 10, 2021
Poetry: when we talk about / ourselves post breakup / why do we preserve / our
exceptionalism?
February 17, 2021
Poetry: i text you about all my meals so you know what's inside of me when it's not you.
February 24, 2021
Poetry: Lately I’ve let my hands go weak, I’m not responding / to emails
March 3, 2021
Poetry:
hello, my name is cupid and i eat
the heartache — out of people for a living
March 10, 2021
Poetry: The house is quiet. / I admire my sharp nails. / I have been invoking wolves.
March 17, 2021
Poetry: Is there such a thing as a native bird? /
Those original fair weather friends of / Early morning song, emigrants of winter...
March 24, 2021
Poetry: Feathers dropped by angel wings / light and soft as in your dreams
April 7, 2021
Poetry: birds haunt the train tracks / and the doors beyond doors
April 21, 2021
Poetry: Promise explodes from her gossamer wings as she crosses the threshold...
April 28, 2021
Poetry: A Boy Runs / out of his lungs like they are a coat held by a parent at a school gate...
May 12, 2021
Poetry: If you could slit the black, sucked-in skin, / you’d find her there, alone in a chasmic closet.