Exhibits in the Museum of Dust
A poem by Jared Beloff.
Poetry
“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg
3 Hybrids by Janelle Cordero
'Junior High Girls,' 'Box Dye,' and 'Yellow Ribbon': Three hybrids by Janelle Cordero
Mimicking
In this reality, the ocean is able to displace itself
at will in pulsing fog-twists.
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.