Two Poems by Erica Hunt

Here a thousand birds dispute / the fresh blood on the sidewalk / the battle line, how it was drawn / how the sides were chosen / had there… More

Just As I As

if the other actors believe you’re the king… so I sang / alas, alas for you as “Him,” again, again at the strain of my range. / the King… More

I Hate Uniforms

The middle-aged men took me into the forest and took turns wagging their tongues at me, but I couldn’t see the snake tattoos on their backs. I just saw… More