Mimicking
In this reality, the ocean is able to displace itself
at will in pulsing fog-twists.
Poetry
“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg
Two Poems by Leigh Chadwick
"Frankie Cosmos Is a Good Band Name" and "Volcano Poem"
inheritance
no one will claim this pain. not even my mother,
who handed this hummingbird heart to me in the womb.
Pursuit
At six she knocked a boy’s head / into a pole when he put clovers / down her shirt.
Three Months and Three Days
"Until you died I unknowingly believed I’d always have a ride home. And a home."
Three Poems by Molly Johnsen
"Limits," "Having a Seizure in Front of My Father," and "Alone Together."
How do we get home from here?
what you can’t foresee can’t hurt you but for now poked in the eye / of the storm, we hover.
Leipziger
On a good summer day,
You can still see young girls,
Strolling barefoot,
On the streets of Leipzig.
A Clothesline in Winter
What is it we wear
when there is nothing left
but rigid names for impossible
unsullied things?
If This Y Could Speak
Do I miss my half,
my copy, who twinned me & twined
down my spine? Yay & nay. Sometimes.