Mother, the other night I had a fever and I could not find my Tylenol I assume everything wrong with me is related to the womb so I swallowed a week’s worth of birth control and dreamt about my overdose When I first asked about a prescription you said I was a murderer and … Continue reading
No ground to hold us captive or voice to call our existence sin got women with chest unleashed dancing free in the rain got men soaking very conscious of their stiffening meat and there’s trees and buzzing things zipping by dodging the thickness of the air and the blurred hurriedness of bothered hands the women … Continue reading
corazón (ko.ra.son) (noun) [can refer to] : 1. organ from which blood is pumped through the rest of the body; 2. Mexican colloquialism, term of endearment, i.e pet name for a loved one. ex: Corazón, te amo de la tierra a la luna y de regreso mil veces.; 3. that thing you’ve dug your heel … Continue reading
frank ocean and all black things that disappear on their own you deserve time before the proverbial train hits and the album drops you both prepare for the reactions molecular and digital: “where this nigga at” he lived full and died empty. and ain’t that what they say about you, frank? you in hiding … Continue reading
For issue 8, each editor selected their pieces based off of particular, meaningful themes. We’ve decided to publish these works as a folio in their specific genre so readers can feel how they interact and create a dialogue with each other. Get ready to read dangerously. Poetry: Crash the Margins Guest Editor: Kamden Hilliard … Continue reading
You took the knife out of my hands, told me I was worth your time and pursuit for my smooth bones encased in the marbled meat of the season. Continue reading
Death dreams under the cerulean sky, poolside sun never sets on skin skin settles for the sun sunscreen caught in the cracks carvings etched in blood the pool, the palms, the widespread sky sometimes paradise withholds hatches spare limbs and stumps lost my mind when I took a dip a lifetime … Continue reading
we have known death to be an accident,
but you fondle my grandfather
like a monsoon swiping its knuckle
against the blue cavernous mouth
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Curious as a small boy I crept after him one of these small mornings without him knowing and watched him from a grove of fragrant trees take in the shore and the sea and the edge of the world unfold before him and it was then I knew. My father loved the sea most of all. Continue reading
Stillwater, MN. we ripped stockings into veils for a bruise wrapped lace around each finger, counting glitters painting one another gold in sweet roughness. every first Monday we would explore caverns behind the attic shelf, read spells off music sheets sweep dust into sculptures and write them into song. and when the Midwest … Continue reading
The James Franco Review 