
“This Skin” by Barbara Hughes
I am a body heavy spoon I spend days wrestling with this anatomy Can you believe I am so close Continue reading
I am a body heavy spoon I spend days wrestling with this anatomy Can you believe I am so close Continue reading
The man you’re with knows curvature confusing only to you, it is an old playlist made in middle school, the Continue reading
Virginia had a tight grip on Evelyn’s hand as they marched down the sidewalk. That menel of a husband! He’d Continue reading
I like to read my books during work. I know I’m not suppose too, but when the shelves are clean Continue reading
I straddled you once, on the greenchair that was slowly unwrapping itsskin from its thin, weathered bones. The lights in Continue reading
What the Eye Perceives Rosalind Franklin, 1952 Breeze feathers the lake. Aloft, an eagle scans, rising on the thermals. All Continue reading
She had been called many names. In high school they called her prude. She didn’t want it to follow her Continue reading
Someone in the family had decided it was time to take down the dilapidated fence. The family gathered together at Continue reading