“a hung out hexology” by Laura Heckel 1 reality is that i have only seen the doctor once after my surgery and that is because i haunt him. 2 i had drains in my […]
The sage burns, the high wears out; and back again I see I’m not alone… It wasn’t you that I was writing for. You’ve already heard each word cycle back again. I wrote instead […]
With her head on my shoulder, I die. I become a corpse, cheery plank ice sculpture around which she joyfully dances, spinning on the balls of her feet, pointe shoe prop the purple fabric […]
After this I don’t want to sing anymore love songs I don’t want to be victim to this memory it always tastes sweeter in the mind than it did at the time.
part i. I guess this is where it has been going for a while— back in my first apartment in Gotham, remembering ultraviolence as a kid, I can hear the thumping of the sea, […]
The boiled soup Decays—since when have we behaved? This sinkhole hits home— hear me out loud: “There is no taste to freedom, like CO2, we burn up atmospheres because, yo, we hold all the […]
as if to peel the skin away to get to the tender fruit inside only to find that some of the fruit is hard as well as soft some sour along with the sweet […]
Sweet Lucienne, I hope everything with you is well. I can’t believe it has been so long. I still remember driving out of Phoenix at night with Will in the backseat. He was just […]