Handicraft
By Ankita Anand
The women of my house
Breathe with their hands.
Tongues bitten by their own teeth beat a hasty retreat,
Eyelids securely tie stormy words within the eyes.
Monthly Archives: September 2017
The Death of a Performance Poet
By Adam Grabowski
He remembers wide eyed
but with a bitter lip.
Said he was living out West
but was thinking of moving
here for a while.
Fuzz
By Sara Oliver Gordus
Age makes us
unlikely watchdogs,
wary
uncertain sentries
At the playground,
the children gathered.
swarming shrieks and hues
Read us a story