"Dear Loneliness" by Beth Day
DEAR LONELINESS You are the cold hand on the back of my neck the pulsing breath chained to my heart on days when the world grinds on my...
Virtual Open Mic IV
HIGH CHAIR We are drooling love-eaters Love lands on our trays in bite-sized chunks Some of it stringy and fibrous and other chunks sweet...
Virtual Open Mic III
HONESTY IN CHAOS I. A dusty garden of radishes So hot they burned my tongue My dead father’s deader dreams Long gone—and yet, I...
Virtual Open Mic I
SILENCE I know I’ve never listened as I did yesterday to anything like the compelling seduction of absolute silence while sitting in my...
