Daniel Brennan the gift. the gifthorse. the horse’s mouth.the rubber cut of tongueand sour steep of breath.the outstanding threat: never look.the troublesome desire to look. his tonguepressed into...
Mary Simmons Yes. Yes. What else is there to say? There are no wolves in the forest. We killed them all and let our children beg. Meat in the sun, sweet enough. Basketfuls of hungry, hungry flies....
Giljoon Lee Which came first? The eggor the sperm. The apple or the throat.My throat closing in on itself. Umma putting sweet yuja tea to my lips.Saying, When the body is ill, the nectar drains...