Give me the wide-eyed ones The ones who have a story to tell Who have seen who made?… Read More “COMRADES by Morgan Stephens”

I often imagine the moments after birth when the base-layer programming defines attachments— the what, how, and why of becoming, whether the parents wear regret or delight.… Read More “NOT ALL MOTHERS COUNT TOES by Brandyce Ingram”

gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound.… Read More ““LIKE A FIRST HYACINTH by Dale Going”

What is time but an infinite roar of everything after And everything before I read the first life enabled to form On the planet was teeming in the sea I believe our love was burning with it Swimming with the fish and flailing in the waves Then it was covered in dirt Clawing for the reach of the stars It grew through a rock And it caught itself on a branch A caterpillar begging for wings It flew to to the west And landed by the Pacific The gold drip of this sun Melting onto the sands, The shadows of the diamonds that held Themselves in the sky I think I did understand to love you Even before the manifestation of the moon In some sort of light I knew it was you

 

What is the conspiracy that leads farmers   to put VR goggles on cows   to encourage them to produce more milk   by picturing lush green meadow while they’re stuffed into stalls   and how does this simulation relate to the cartoon   your own life has become?… Read More “MILK by Stan Sanvel Rubin”