Still-life with Shrubs, by Nnadi Samuel
Autumn buzzes around us, like the killing of bees.our youthful legs still adoring crop stains,stampeding the dense thickets, honey-sweet with cicada & fallen grapes. our ripest inheritance— the luscious sting…
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Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
Fever Season In my life, I have rarely been on the cutting edge. Be it fashion, literary trends, or cell phones, I tend to run a bit behind the times….
Beautiful Oaths, by Shanna Germain
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Deranged Sestina//or To outdress a Coffin & name it Self-harm, by Nnadi Samuel
I’m handpicked by a misphrase to where my person lies:gash in a word pool of listlessness where grief & suture hold hands. I— bandage held towards gloom in the night…
This Residue Light, by Ewen Ma
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
The Economics of Death, by Nnadi Samuel
for Japheth Our deads cost a language to bring back.& in Taiwan, mother lavish her speaking-in-tongues on empty sky. not one deity movedto translate our grief into oblivion. a…
Sunday in the Park With Hank, by Leah Bobet
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.