Below the wall the soil
leeches contaminants
from an artificial hill rising
out of the field like a wart.
Tag: writing
ONE POEM – Barnaby Smith
the small hours are all about compost—
wanderlust of priceless larvae
& transcendent effect of unremarkable habits
ONE POEM – Angeliki Ampelogianni
our language, a softness taken root
a teaspoon of rain over us
as we greet this new life
ONE POEM – Rose Foran
I saw them. In the mind’s eye.
A vision once obscured, then clarified.
ONE POEM – Jhilam Chattaraj
Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.
TWO POEMS – Al McClimens
‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’
COMFORT FOODS // TWO POEMS – Daniele Nunziata
I’ve tried planting potatoes since you left,
but they never grow the way they did for you.
ONE POEM – Bronwen Wilson
I imagine turning into
a flamingo, likes the ones
on my onesie that I’m dying
to wear.
COMFORT FOODS // Flour and Oil — Jacey de la Torre
Those are some peoples’ stories, some peoples’ histories, but they aren’t ours.
ONE POEM – Iona May
When did writing
become such a warm meeting place?
ONE POEM – Krysia Wazny McClain
Akademicheskaya Metro Station Sixty-four meters underground: vaulted ceilings whiter than eggshells, chrome shinier than any American diner. Pride of Lenin, who, mummified, did not see it open but extolled its nominal achievement by plaque five meters tall. On the escalator, my hand in a grey fingerless glove finds yours. A second couple kiss…
ONE POEM – Sarah Degner Riveros
Mama hugs
her son. Can we get
horchata? No. Not today.
It’s Tuesday. Treinta tacos?
De asada? Para llevar.
The wait’s worth it.
