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…

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…

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…