litany of open throats
we harvest blackened walnut husks for ink, hands stained, and i am blackcap-taken, wing-stolen,...
Askew Road, London
Heat. Around the fruit bowl like flies,dripping from the fridge handle,the upturned door numbersdropping...
boys don’t cry (but they can survive)
Grix (they/them) is a chronically ill and disabled nonbinary trans femme who writes and...
Porcelain
I am thorns and petals too alike they are onea breed with nectars beasts...
Shopping for a Dress for My Father’s Funeral
I prefer consignment shops, don’t likepaying full price. My father, the ultimatebargain shopper, would...
Reynolds-Wrapped Leftovers
Quintin Collins (he/him) is a writer, editor, and Solstice MFA Program Assistant Director. His...
First Milk
The calf falls into the world, it struggles to stand on spindly legs,stumbles beneath...
my country tis of thee
Michael Prihoda lives in central Indiana. He is the founding editor of After the Pause,...
mind of fur
after Wallace Stevens you must have a mind of furto fully enter any weatherto...
Desiderata
Upturning the pecking order of ducks, snails,crabs, cranes. Everybody replying in gifs. Red silkcotton...