poetry
carriejonesbooks The Hurricane
The workers at the Hole in the Wall catalogue their friends’ losses to the group of diners that come in and sit at a high table. One friend has lost…
POLARITIES
POLARITIES If I were a man, would I take up all the space? I am a woman. I try to claim spaces. None are mine. If I were a man,…
Imprinted
Imprinted The tight curls on her lover’s neck? Lord studied them. Made litanies to survive. Whitman, of course, sang of electric bodies and armies he loved, of girth. Chen Chen…