Chris Martin: Two Poems
I sneeze upon seeing myself / or throw my own / bones into the street / like white confetti More
Online Translation Slam: Trees Standing at the Edge
끝에 선 나무들by Jeong Kkeut-byeol 철조망과 제 몸을 섞어가며 자라는체인을 제 몸에 밀어넣고 자라는제 몸에 박힌 수류탄 껍질을 품고 자라는난간이나 울타리를 제 몸에 삼킨 채 자라는이름 모를 나무들을 본 적… More
Morningloria
Morningloriawe ran long distancesvolunteered with dogsfound our cars in towing yardsacross town from our apartmentswaited in vestibulesof county jails for daughterstaken by accidentjust long enough tofantasize about a futuretaking… More
Black Settlement Photo: Circa 1867
Twelve ancestor souls have been preserved In sepia tones one hundred forty years deep. Still uncomfortable in their two-year-old freedom. It’s a pseudo-freedom, the kind that pinches Expressions tight… More
Knotty Dreams
Knotty Dreams Staccato bursts unravel my thoughts Woodpeckers hammer at a camera tower oddly pleased with each aluminum notch they leave behind Somewhere a sparrow mends her nest in the city dome’s framework tugging at frayed wire and steel shavings I crouch… More