Category: Poetry

By Megan Riddell hair like twine, wrapped around the thick of your throat? I’ll trudge my way to the backburner but mother fucker you’re gonna simmer in these hand-hot waters beside me til our backs are charred like the skin of salmon that peels off like a Post-It-phone number that desperately clings to your computer…

By Lola JC Elkin People roaming on their rooftops Neighbors clapping on their balconies Neighbors denouncing other neighbors Children kept at home twenty-four seven People renting their dogs for walks Schools closed until further notice Shops closed until further notice Parks closed until further notice Bars closed until further notice Couples fined for taking a…

By Megan Riddell I’m ungrateful. I feel it vibrate against every key that I type. It hangs over my head like a spotlight that burns my lips every time I open my mouth. I am not the victim. I am not trained for this. I am not the victim, but I am not in control….