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. /
Brandon Downing’s collections of poetry include The Shirt Weapon (2002), Dark Brandon
I. The tongue, and salt, and onion, leek, celery, carrot and a tub of tomato paste all go into the biground enamel blue pot. The tongue of the domesticated animal peeled but
so that I may invent my lungs AIMÉ CÉSAIRE 1. call this radicalized grief call this rigorous animality call this divine sorrow 2. in which there is no innovating loss in which
grace (ge) gilbert is a genderless poet, essayist, and collage worker based in Brooklyn. they are the author of 3 chapbooks, most recently the closeted diaries: essays (Porkbelly Press 2022), and NOTIFICATIONS
Ashley Dailey (she/her) is a writer and multimedia artist from Sargent, Georgia. She mostly writes about family and the cultural legacies of the American South. Her work has received support from the
for thirty- seven minutes i watched the day break blue across steelyards yesteryear forgot while recounting the names of my ex-girlfriend’s siblings. i imagine this to be the kind of forgiveness a
will you understand my heartsif i write1’s & 0’si do not know what you look like,but i wash my face in the mirror,& fail to imagine something more humanhow much money did
The first time I saw a needle, it wasplaced innocently on a nightstand as if itwas a tube of chapstick. I had no right to see it in the bedroom of a friend’s
I come home on Easter Sunday to find a mouse killed as if by a surgeon. The puncture wound is a clean crescent. I want very badly for this to mean something. I
i. soojung, 2001 if any memories remain,let bruise and laughter blur. somewhere by a sea,a child forces broken starsinto their mouth, sliveringpaled enamel above barely-therebuckteeth. five years old andevery care beyond. fingertips
Books are my morphine. Ditto the sun. If night is secular, why do I seek its blessing? I’d rather build a paper kingdom then bend a knee, or kiss anyone’s ring. Words
