Poetry
Mar/Apr 2020
Cortege
The morning is a flattened black tongue. It falls through me like a chain dropped into a well. Each time the dead light a cigarette a star goes out. The […]
Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.
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Mar/Apr 2020
The morning is a flattened black tongue. It falls through me like a chain dropped into a well. Each time the dead light a cigarette a star goes out. The […]