Remembering Jane Doe
I witnessed a community member overdose over the weekend down the street from my home in the Whiteaker. I want them to be remembered. I … Continue reading
poetry
Gaza 2024
By Jesús Sepúlveda The body of Christ is a bombed strip. Mural of horror Sore hands Eternal smoke. More than 30 thousand mutilated bodies Dunes of … Continue reading
Anne Locke and Key Lime Pie
A poem
By Kristi Wallace i know my life is nothing a cube windowless i am the willing whore unpaid unseen relegated to dirt-floor corporate cabins waiting … Continue reading