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Intricate Language

This is not a poem. This is my acknowledgement that a problem exists within our language. This problem doesn’t appear to me because I have sisters, nieces, or a...

Free

Your fingertips trace the line of my spine and I shiver with an unexplainable, uncomfortable pleasure. I close my eyes and my head tilts back to invite your warm lips to...

Desire

So that’s what it feels like to completely stop . . . And think for just...

A Palliative Remedy

A Palliative Remedy Nolan Turnbull I am all for living wild while you are...

Swimming Lessons

I do not know how to put the happy back in my head how to stop the...

Here Lies Caesar and His Men: Worshipped, Lost, Magnificent, Doomed; Homesick but not Forgotten

All this happened both forever ago and about a half a second since, in a...

Empty Ovens

The smell of ash and winter clung to her stockings like the babies her husband...

The alt-nah

A silent political fringe so low-key they’ve never actually been classified....

Red Bullet

She was a flame. The hot red poker was always cracking down on my fingers as I...

Pretending

I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to...