A Pomegranate, Siena, by George Henry Hall
February 4, 2025
I hate rich people, // my son says, spat // from the belly of the bus // that each day returns him // to dry land
By Arjun Khade
In her woman's world, a virtual wombniverse; her vultcherish watchers wild in their flickering half-dreams of fleshy lust and crimson joy.
By Lucinda Trew
snow is coming // so are trucks carrying // glacial tons of salt to season // winter and cure streets // with brine