Orpheus w/o Regrets
we’ve no choice but to see, our eyes clicking like jaws: a pond of black porcelain, thawing;the browned apple, bruised while on the branch;that …
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It’s For Your Own Good
Peter Gutierrez Peter Gutierrez’s (he/him) writing and art have appeared in numerous journals over the years, and links to his work can be found …
To Soothe a Tree
To soothe the injured Tree SCRAPE the ragged edges off the Wound leave the bark smooth and tight to the wood the bark heals …
Who Killed Davey Moore?
“Not me, says the boxing writer. Sayin’, Boxing ain’t to blame,There’s just as much danger in a football game. Sayin’,“Fist fighting is here to …
But Do You Want Children?
To grow up is to shed our exoskeletons of childhood,then spend our lives trying to climb back within them.Bones of our own making repose …
On Tapers and Curves
A rebounding spray of water on bare skin, such innocent intimacy. Maintenance workers watering the softball field at a liberal arts college in March, …
The Wif and the Weapon
The First Woman grabbed the First Daughterfresh on the chin, just moisturized,spectator and the object,red nails on skin reddened and blade puckered,and there did …
kids these days pray for cures to opportunity cost
for Malakai how would their parents reactif they knew what these children were doing at night? in the hidden safety of rehearsals, of group …
Perceiving the Sunset Skin
It’s here. What is? Ah, yes! My seeing, hearing, and speaking; or well, the eye of my I, the here of my ears, and …
Desert Snow
The first snow happens quietly, midnight on a Sunday. It tells no one its whereabouts, and before it shows itself, we wait with the …
We Change our Name to Charlie Rat-Pig just to Unlatch Heads from this Typical Suitcase Poem
I reassemble myself well inside the scope of non-duality, which we deem salubrious or at most, biological. Waking up as the same person who …
The Letting Go
Skin taunt like over ripe fruitvelveteen under your mouththe way it eventually yieldsand splitswetly against the guillotineof your teeth I yield to your sharp …
Onomatopoeia and its Environs
1 Kinda glad poetry is dead. The New York Times pronounced it. I’d rather speak to the dead in a dead language, if you …
Bedsheets Hanged as Curtains
I’ve slept on a floor for months andin the same room lives a man on bed.The man is only twenty three in his IDsbut …
Covid Haze
Due to the formatting of this piece it is being displayed as an image. It is also available as a downloadable PDF. Ratón Moreno …
The Lioness Builds a Sand Castle
Scene One The Lioness sits on stage in the sand.Her tail flicks.She yawns.The Lioness scoops sand into a bucket. SUNWhat are you doing, Lioness? …
trick shot [head hand finger twitch]
not a swoosh or a slide or an oh dear more like a j-j-j-j kind of anti-fluidity pliant like butter in your microwave, and …
TOMMY HILFIGER BREAK-UP
I fished out a pair of your underpants from behind the washer. A spider clung to the band. I set him free. What to …