Io Metis Amalthea Io Volcanic stalagmite child covered in the blanket of eclipse, I can hear you. Jupiter storms waking your sisters held inside you. Siren sung. Shipwreck. We’ve seen these tropes before. When you settle, what birthed will seem familiar? This brilliant life spewing into the vacant cold of space. We now know it … Continue reading
Two Poems by Patrick Fontes Mi Primo’s Stain The Dust Blower’s Dream Mi Primo’s Stain Mi primo’s canvas painted body monochrome India ink on brown skin blurred scribble on his forearm faded into prison cell walls at juvie 1983 then Corcoran, Wasco, Tracy, Quentin “Damn primo, this is my second strike” he scoops more of … Continue reading
The Egg And I by Katie O’Reilly The baby’s body was long and slender, and supposedly he had my coloring. Just as I had twenty-six years prior, he came out bald and beet-red on a crisp, October day. But after he stabilized, a well-off married couple, both brown-haired barristers, took him home to their London flat. … Continue reading
Two poems by Kate Lebo Ladies, This is the Final Rose Forsythia Ladies, This is the Final Rose with help from ABC’s The Bachelor 1. To the one-armed girl on rollerskates he says You have no reason to be scared. She falls to prove her bravery. This is not the same thing as fear … Continue reading
