Tag: poetics

DARK MATTERS: SCHIZOPHRENIA by Moriah M. Mylod

Satan’s in the sole of my left shoe We are having a confetti conversation now The words from your lips are bursting in colors of blue, yellow and red Floating pieces that never hit the ground Zenu is my mother Her ship will be here any minute To drop off

Birds fly low. by Keysha Whitaker

Why do birds fly so low to the ground? Not all the time, just when they’re crossing the street – which is something they do strangely enough pretty regularly, even though they don’t have any feathery business doing so. Fly above the street. Around the street. But don’t cross it,

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