Category: Poetry
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indulgences
| Alani Hicks-Bartlett | first in naples, now in rome, i set out to swallow silver coins. the pink charms of the sails and the paper blue spirits are yours now. even illness pierces the darkness. all of your appalling kin look dimpled and glow like soft white moths. as they flicker together in the…
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An Olfactory Aria
| Ellen Skilton | When Maslow charted the human hierarchy of needs he labeled food a mere necessity but what my taste buds touch fuels more than digestion, each morsel part of an olfactory aria that hums through all the homes where my table has been set for palate pleasures and the minor chords that…
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Snowglobe
| Amanda Leal | We ribbon through the Blue Ridge Parkway, in the backseat of Laura’s Honda Element, fragments of rainbows bouncing from the crystal dangling on the rearview mirror, pink surgical masks face up on the dashboard, like flowers unfolding, or my life, gradually, falling open. The sawtooth of the mountains rises with my…
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