Jack
It’s an overcast morning, leaving shore
as he stumbles onto a cage of bones,
carrying nomadic weightlessness.
He feels the “smooth, slippery, cheating … Read moreJack
Tag: poetry
Cocktail Hour
there were mornings when i’d wake up
and the weight of my own skin
felt too heavy … Read moreCocktail Hour
Junebug
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingers
covered in chalk dust
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug
Mamá, Ángel, Florida
A collection of poems by Vivienne Serret … Read moreMamá, Ángel, Florida
Gated
Driving in, I spotted her.
Standing in the only shade for blocks
on a boulevard of vast divergence,
but little in the way of trees,
with layered clothing, a knit beanie, and boots … Read moreGated