My Mother as Mount Adrija by Summer Young
Some take their sheep as offerings watch the blood run from the peak like candle wax some lay flatContinue Reading
Some take their sheep as offerings watch the blood run from the peak like candle wax some lay flatContinue Reading
She has left you again, and like a television left on standby, I am ready to be turned on, IContinue Reading
Women who are others because there isn’t another Women who are others meet at street corners on gazpacho soup nightsContinue Reading
We amputate our pleasure when it becomes rotten with pain Put new harnesses in rotation to hang prettily with ourContinue Reading
Eternally, morning is the starter, Noon’s the course, Night’s the dessert… Perhaps they’re bonded afar, It shall be the firstContinue Reading
I dreamt about snow and cataclysm; Of hopes shattering like glass, Falling like stardust upon the mountain heads. I dreamtContinue Reading
Inhale the bitter cold, Burning my cheeks, Inflamed, blushing, In pulsing thought. Exhale warmth, Watch it dance in a mist,Continue Reading
“I can’t breathe”, he said. Over and over again. The words have been suffocating me. They were muffled, they cameContinue Reading








