From Vol. 9: “Creature and the Once-a-Year-House,” a poem by Michael Sikkema

9 shotgun barrels are wrapped around a beech tree, hunting party nowhere in site, one truck engine still running, almost … More

From Vol. 9: “Shame (A Spell to Forget),” poetry by Charlotte Covey

This is a darker magic.This is crawling through his door at four a.m. and begginghim to take a bite. This … More

It’s important for you to know that I’m a fucking mess, that so often the drummer in the corner … More

An IUD Is a Silver Bullet That Could Kill Me so I’m not taking recommendations at this time.Instead this body … More

The Day We Learned Most of us immediately pulled off our shoes and popped our shirt-buttons, released the thunder of … More

Mona Lisa My hands are the last human thing about me.I keep my fingernails pink.I arrange them soft like the … More

I am reminded of birth by JELL-O®. My mom kept the couponed color, no matter near or far, each cake … More

Go Like This Write in front of mirrors. Talk to yourselfin the bathroom. Spend late nights alone.Wake early, follow the … More

Loosely after Katia Krafft, a French volcanologist. Also somewhat inspired by John Ashbery. There were no landscapes where I lived, … More

Taxonomy of Amnesia I swear I’d trade my body to remember and instantly regret it. Ma and Ba—children of sweat-glazed … More

DID YOU KNOW i watch my body lie down on the floor next to me.i amnowhereat thedinner table yet you … More

i love you atlantic oceani love you dog beach in februaryyour hair swirling in the wind all perfumei love you … More