
“Barren” by Dana I. Hunter
A singular creation never to be reproduced crying within an array of useless female organs designed to create musical laughter Continue reading
A singular creation never to be reproduced crying within an array of useless female organs designed to create musical laughter Continue reading
A man and a girl sit beside each other in a boat I know a great deal The man says Continue reading
The spaces you leave, I fill. The crevice in the conversation, the hint of pause for breath, I flow into Continue reading
When we were younger, I came to your blue room a room that meant nothing besides an offering of endless Continue reading
I am a body heavy spoon I spend days wrestling with this anatomy Can you believe I am so close 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