Reading Time: 2 minutes to say that I’m a woman, is a partial truth you touch my thighs eyes adjust to the darkness if I didn’t feel broken, I wouldn’t lie beside you I am asking about bodies the fox in my chest and the moss down my throat i.e. where do you keep yours? 2. At the beach Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute I’ll write my life into a book,Conveying every blood drop,Each of a thousand sliver deaths,Until its heart beats against its spine. You’ll grip & smudge & bend my pages,Misconstrue every breath and word,As sure as paper turns to ash,As sure as ink will fade.
MoreReading Time: 4 minutes As of January 2020 I’ve been in Germany for two years. When we arrived, my partner on a work visa and I a tourist visa, I didn’t know if I’d be staying one or 10 years or breaking up with him and flying home after three months. It seemed practical to see as much of Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute after Brendan Joyce The gnaw of wind against bodies and their exhaust of atmosphere and lung. Concave, like the barracks at the end of the mind where even the clouds have reached maximum capacity and the rain too is falling. And the country is wracked with the knowledge of rain: of bodies drenched in capital, of the Read more
MoreReading Time: 5 minutes Mark was always a deep sleeper, slept through many tornado sirens as a kid in Kansas, but as soon as he became a parent he would awaken at the slightest sound, a useful skill when you’re living in an imploding civilization. The question now was what could his kids sleep through. The man in front Read more
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