5 of 5 in a series Laura Gregory Pull Years later when you pass steep stair wells, empty elevator shafts gaping black and bottomless, wood chippers gnashing, train tracks vibrating invisible math— distance over time equals what if there’s a jolt and your feet slip, leap, attach however briefly to nothingness, to one unsheathed flash […]
Read More4 of 5 in a series Laura Gregory On Good Days For long stretches you’ll forget when breath finds an easy loop from lips to lungs, when legs glide, when both knees hinge like greased cranks on a carousel and feet float like pretty horses that never touch the track. Laura Gregory likes to aim […]
Read More3 of 5 in a series Laura Gregory Decisions, Decisions Thrashing or still weeping or carrying on unarmed or disarmed, silenced or willfully mute, deft or dull, a razor cuts either way. Laura Gregory likes to aim high.
Read More2 of 5 in a series Laura Gregory Imperative You understood when his smile said don’t poke holes in the boat and blame the river. Laura Gregory likes to aim high.
Read More1 of 5 in a series Laura Gregory When They Ask Why You Didn’t Stop Him You’ll want to explain how the alarm sounds like a dishwasher looping in the next room, hushing “not you, not you” and who would run from that, but why is a blade, a slap, a whip that cracks in […]
Read MoreWinston Plowes The Dark Side of the Street She says one day she’ll put a sail up and swap sides, shoulder her way into our terrace and get more sun. Winston Plowes is a Yorkshire boatman who scribbles in the margins of life with his cat.
Read MoreNatasha Kafka The Curse of a Mirror I looked at the mirror and saw hundreds of you. Natasha Kafka is a large small creature living under the sea and writing poetry to make her father Triton joyful as Santa Claus.
Read MoreNadia Wolnisty I Left There were too many clocks, and no one ever said anything at dinner. Nadia Wolnisty has chapbooks from Cringe-Worthy Poetry Collective, Dancing Girl Press, and from Finishing Line Press and a full-length from Spartan.
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