such a small island, but it’s all highwayand winding road men with hats, men without hatsinside & out men at workdo the safety dance / my father’s idiot friendin constant orbit an ’80s movie montage:pizza, pac-man& percussion my...
When traveling in the desert, you judgethirst by touching the tip of your tongueto the inside of your cheek. The canyon trek is harsh, and every breath feels like breathing inthe beginning of time, and tastes like ancient salt,mined from the bones of the wind. This...
“The Gilroy Garlic Shoppe” by Scott Schrantz is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0 or every time I feel like a bird struck by a plane & then falling toward the world below, I think about the dayI stumbled into Gilroy known chiefly for its garlic—the stench of...
Photo: U.S. Navy photo by Wendy Hallmark, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons where, in the humid, I girl again, and hermit, a reluctant amphibian, run circles—relearning how to breathe this percentage. Of leg ache and preemptive grief. It rains alternate days while...
Illustration by Amy Bobeda I am walking in madison square parkit is busypeople are going,to eatalyfor pistachio pastemy bag,is fullof spices from kalustyan’swhere a coupledancedin front of the halva because they are getting marriedI am walking past a man in a hammock...
In the wee hours of this morning, I noticed A heavy snow falling as forecasted. With The whole world feeling immaculate, I got up &Stood in front of my window, just on thisSide of the glass, finding myself lost in the white way All the ugly, dark, dirty, messy as...
