Exhibits in the Museum of Dust
A poem by Jared Beloff.
“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg
A poem by Jared Beloff.
'Junior High Girls,' 'Box Dye,' and 'Yellow Ribbon': Three hybrids by Janelle Cordero
In this reality, the ocean is able to displace itself
at will in pulsing fog-twists.
"Frankie Cosmos Is a Good Band Name" and "Volcano Poem"
no one will claim this pain. not even my mother,
who handed this hummingbird heart to me in the womb.
At six she knocked a boy’s head / into a pole when he put clovers / down her shirt.
Until you died I unknowingly believed I’d always have a ride home. And a home.
"Limits," "Having a Seizure in Front of My Father," and "Alone Together."
what you can’t foresee can’t hurt you but for now poked in the eye / of the storm, we hover.
On a good summer day,
You can still see young girls,
Strolling barefoot,
On the streets of Leipzig.