All articles filed in Poetry

By: Sarah Cook for JN small seed like a fossil, a bitemark, a name: until she grows tired of laminating goodness, planting signatures in the garden of public request                finite, historic, lamentable photo of her looking like Joan of Arc if Joan of Arc had hair for miles,…

Your binary mind couldn’t figure out if I was type B or A and so you turned me into a blood test and found there’s often more options than not, such as deciding when to type “Oh”, the most harrowing reply in the English language. These might be slow burns, caused by cigarette butts extinguished…

By colin cole FastPass With my privileged passport I pass borders forge forward through the gates that white men out or in Keep some out Sum in. Escriben las leyes, sus leyes, Con la misma tinta de 1848…1898…1942…1954…1994……. I feel it in my bowels,Brownell Jr. returning, apuntando point blank. Pero paso, yo, desapercibido, The badges…