Sibyl | Kegan Swyers

i decayed to a voice a vowel a stressed syllable. trapped in the glass of my childhood jar. i used to stab stars in the top. insects crawled on the bottom. i should have been Eve in shrink wrap. gliding towards the forbidden pear. that infamous clock with green flesh....

Two Poems | Karthik Sethuraman

man in the land of Uz   you don’t know the first thing about a crow where to trace its roots when to call the doctor in the summer what words to say to its siblings you keep a quiet house on sundays         you lay your plenty under the basil           your...

"Queen of Hearts" and "Libra Season"

  Queen of Hearts The Queen is beating aroundher bushes, yelling to the tens and fives: Quick! quicken the blooms, redden the forlornbleachy roses, their thorny teeth, their clichéd form!The rogue hedgehogs            tuck and roll, avoiding blush feathersand...