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 acrylicRead More
What Happens in Hour Four? I’m paying attention to the lyrics in this song which go you can’t…always get…what you want… but if you try…you get what you need. I’m paying attention
Ryan and I had decided we were too old to be parents. We’d just met too late in life for this to happen, and the fiscal reality that we were teachers meant
You always leave them on the trees to rot & it so pains me to see this every fall those gorgeous pinkish red orbs like pinkish red planets become hollowed a reminder that time
I do understand what would drive someone to chart their loneliness on a grid. I do understand the precipitous tower of books relies on labors paid and unpaid, mine and others, in
2023 Margaret Sterling Memorial Award Winner I am of my mother, my mother is of me. I am my mother’s eyes, deep turquoise, surrounded by deep orange, that I am not of.
Jaimeson Oakley (He/They) is a trans/queer writer from the hills of Lucasville, Ohio. He is currently a poetry student of the Northeastern Ohio MFA creative writing program at Kent State University. They