When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he had everything / the biggesthouse in…
Under the sapphire skythe wind gently nudges me.It is Brooklyn.Asking can I lend myeyes,ears,heart,and hands.Why me? I ask. See firstand…
To view more visit Yannis on Instagram. Featured in Issue Four: Bloodroot. *All artwork is featured with the permission of the…
Corridors draw youMuch as dreams do,To the heart ofAn inner darkness. Fast breath, small takesCerebral blood pounds slowThoughts thick and…
My mother becoming other dimensions of a manMy mother forgetting her name but remembering important datesMy mother turning her body…
Amy and I were making dinner the way we always did, me a whirlwind of utensils and her a dead…
Death is not strange to you. You have lived on these streets where people died almost daily. Every day, due…
I gave her my ashes in a pendant. Not seen it round her neck for weeks. What was your favourite…
you, glowing under the belly of golden hour inyour hillside dorm room, holding beloved betweenyour freezing fingers * in san…
Expiration didactic of home Marita Forgét is a Toronto based writer, poet and director. Their poems ‘Port Passage‘ and ‘underwaterflight‘…