When the soil is November hard, nowarmer than March – darker than days donesearch for me in the undergrowth; digyour…
we harvest blackened walnut husks for ink, hands stained, and i am blackcap-taken, wing-stolen, air dryand ceaseless. [ the sun…
Heat. Around the fruit bowl like flies,dripping from the fridge handle,the upturned door numbersdropping from the hallway creak.The single periwinkle…
The Swagger In high school,I used to study the older girls,those shameless lessonsin how to wiggle the hips,dazzle and taunt…
I am thorns and petals too alike they are onea breed with nectars beasts and butterflies suckI am all that…
Issue Four is almost here and is titled, Bloodroot. Bloodroot examines themes of family, grief, identity, mental health, spirituality, and…
byKerri Davidson My only picture of my grandpa shows him on our teddy bear brown couch holding me on his…
by Ethan J. Murray Ethan J. Murray is a queer, autistic poet loved into existence by 12 headmates. Their work is…
byMadeleine Corey Madeleine Corley is a poet by internal monologue who writes songs about her roommate’s dog. Her work has…
byMegan James our tongue, mother— our mother tongues have been lost to each other with this distancestammering between us likean…