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
“Hey, Ceri—” “What’s wrong? You sound sad,” she immediately blurted down the phone. “I was just wondering if I couldContinue 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
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
One day I shall go on one knee Like a man about to pray And like the rising of theContinue Reading








