After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
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* Voltage-gated pathways are depolarizedand pore-forming membrane proteinsallow calcium influx from adjacent solutions. (Cell insides become saturated) Excitation is mossy fiber runningsouthbound head-stems and paired shootsthrough once-relaxed tissue. * You’ve established rules,preventative
What separates us from our lives / is a see-through thing. /
Brenda K. Marshall’s first novel, Mavis, was published in 1996 (Fawcett-Columbine), and
Grasshoppers in the Virginia Foothills of Nevada are not your cute green cartoony hopper. They’re Hollywood monsters – true competitors of Mothra. Other animals wither in the hot baking summer sun while
i. There was a time. There is time, and it fools us. It really does toy. Like he put it, it is titillating, this foreplay with death. As one day dawns with
My goddesses tell me that before i bow down and pray, imust kneel and heed i must kneedand heed the answers that becomemogras in the mouths of maa kali a world you
Woke up to shy blue//Thought about praying//Forgot how to//Kept my hands pressed together anyway//Drank half a pot of coffee//Used extra cream because my mouth//Wanted to feel as full as it does holding
Deep in the crow boned blue onslaught certain plumes are apostles intoned to the skyfall with heavy luring I promised silkworms beetroots or a love poem for letting me murder winged-nomads Told
Why make it easy, as you say, a scar to sooth a runawayunadorned by ink or stitch, just its function,to make no sudden moves, to empty me out,to be unseen, bone-dry, as
Every artist that has come through this town has paintedthis warbled church, made to look like the rock formationsin the distance, made to look like God. I am lousy at anything but
Alone as I am, the spirits waft in. The invisible reunion tingles my finger pads. I spread my arms like flying; give me your weight. A tarot spread asks to know you,
When the desert highway freezes over in the dead of night,you can lay on that cold-soaked mattress in the truckbed,you can watch the bruised purple skin of the sky. Freckled with stars,
Martha McCollough’s new book, Trash Witch, is forthcoming from Lily Poetry Review Books in February 2025. She is the author of Wolf Hat Iron Shoes (Lily Poetry Review Books 2022) and the chapbook Grandmother Mountain (Blue Lyra 2019). Her