Robert Hill Long – The Hummingbird
The Hummingbird How the hummingbird got into the attic he didn’t know. But the single note that had vibrated all day through the ceiling he understood now. All day at the desk rewriting a single foolish page, he’d mistaken that high vibrato for something wrong in his skull—onset of tinnitus, a Cassandra vein in his […]
Sara Burant – A noticeable degree
A noticeable degree Time accelerates while I shrink, morning once more a giant’s house I enter, unsure what I’ve come looking for. In a photo I find online, Svante Arrhenius has the bearing of a furnace. Using slide rule, pen, ink and paper made from boreal trees, he performed the “complex, tedious calculations” demonstrating the […]
Kerrin Sharpe – a retired pilot flies asleep
a retired pilot flies asleep his pockets fill with mountains and bad weather everything’s falling sons daughters landing gear home he shouts to remember the word his house is off site off where? he’ll never fit back on earth St Kilda pray for him St Clair pray for him he ditches the plane he blinks […]
Mónica Gomery – We thanked her by digging a hole
We thanked her by digging a hole It is how we say thanks. The hole had four corners and its walls were built of earth-psalm, thirsting. Her sister and her lover dragged out two boxes of books by the hole and the rabbi told us, reach in, pull out a book. The books smelled sour […]
Alexis Rhone Fancher – Hyena
Hyena In response to Leonora Carrington’s “Self-Portrait (Inn of the Dawn Horse)” 1937. “I’m like a hyena, I get into the garbage cans. I have an insatiable curiosity.” – L.C. That camel toe beckons from her white jodhpur pants like an invitation, but of course, it’s not. Instead, she extends her hand to the hyena’s […]
