Joel Thomas Katz The Horizon Snatchers What’s left: no place for day to end, no distance far enough from now, no frame for the restless ocean. Joel Thomas Katz is a Silicon Valley poet who has worked as a business software specialist.
Read MoreJoel Thomas Katz After the Pheresis Donation The technician wraps my crook-of-arm puncture site with bright blue adhesive gauze, connecting my body to the sky that lately has eluded me. Joel Thomas Katz is a Silicon Valley poet who has worked as a business software specialist.
Read MoreJoel Thomas Katz Amsterdam As a KLM wide-body glides overhead toward Schiphol, the heron asks if there’s any hope of being beautiful. Joel Thomas Katz is a Silicon Valley poet who has worked as a business software specialist.
Read MoreGil Hoy To Alice Your father never forgot your mother, the pain was just so great that he had to bury the kryptonite in a steel tunneled chamber to continue the journey that you would have wanted for him, for you loved him more. Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston, Massachusetts and searches […]
Read MoreGil Hoy Inertia Frozen-ground-swells g n i s i r topple massive stones atop the tallest walls. Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston, […]
Read MoreJoanna Brown Shoulder Failure sings to me as she perches on my shoulder, right next to the chip. Joanna Brown is a recovering academic living in Reading, England who writes at https://alaudawritesblog.wordpress.com/. She is a dedicated tea-drinker.
Read MoreNeil Creighton See See how on this rainy day the honeysuckle dresses in cream and gold and how on frosty mornings the humble wattle displays her summery-yellow sprays or how through the gloom of grey cloud’s cluster the sun pokes his bright toe and hope that in whatever darkness come splashes of yellow and gold […]
Read MoreSarena Tien “Wǒ ài nǐ” “Regisrasin,” my mom says, and I correct it to “registration” which she repeats, the word lilting into a question that I answer with “good,” the same response I gave her when she finally said “avocado” instead of “agobado,” leading to her laughter as she informs me, “I’ll forgot that”— and […]
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