Literature

K.S.Y. Varnam Literature Poetry Queer Isolation in a Pandemic

Holograms

K.S.Y. Varnam It’s like how I feel after too long in the country; there’s too much space between. I live in the city for the loud voices and the night chaos. I love trees and open fields and clean air, but I need the bustle of human lives around me too. I need graffiti in the back alleys behind...

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David Ishaya Osu Literature Poetry

Ripening

David Ishaya Osu both tomorrow and the tomato will ripen into a song / no song is through with your body cry outside your robe will know why we laugh the boy and his ball lead inside, too i am too big for a ghost everyone faces the mirror and then says no, no, no   David Ishaya Osu is a poet...

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Jim Nason Literature Poetry Queer Isolation in a Pandemic

Seven Thirty P.M.

Jim Nason And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! The Whos would start singing! They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING! —Doctor Seuss From balcony and rooftop, from sidewalks and cars— bicycle and dinner bells, pot against pan, spoon against glass, clapping...

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Chris Slater Fiction Literature

Adirondack

Chris Slater ou’ve been dead three weeks and it’s time to clean out your trailer. Sun glints gold off the dangling leaves. The sky faded denim. I could think of a hundred things I’d rather do today. A thousand. At least Brian’s working too. It’s silent up here in the boonies, no horns or...

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Katherine Abbass Literature Poetry Queer Isolation in a Pandemic

Most Hoaxes

Katherine Abbass My roommate is a pilot; we watch the sky for signs of life. On warm days we sit out on the patio and stare at the stucco building beside us, our neighbour walking her iguana on the handrail, giving us a wave, a cigarette dangling from her winter lips, dry and scaly as her pet. My...

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Cecilia Stuart Literature Poetry

E

(For mobile devices, this poem is best read in orientation / landscape screen mode.) Cecilia Stuart I  put  something  down,  you pick it up.  I write the letter  e  and  you  pick   it  up.  You  go  on  waiting, waiting.  I   draw   a   barrier  around   myself. ...

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