auld lang syne – Madison Zehmer
April 5, 2020
after “Carol (2015)”
halcyon tunnels / kinetic dolls /
Hardship – Elizabeth Victoria Aldrich
April 4, 2020
gravel-surfing
‘cold hands, warm heart’ that’s what the Succubus told me.
stay with me; be my insufferable witness. this echo of a dream you don’t remember, it was just the long kiss i’m blowing you.
tell me a story, sex is motion
without the comfort of body
or familiar habits, without
the spoken mind, or hardened trust.
(still eyes.)
whirl me around in the dark once and don’t tell me
where to stop
whirl me around in the dark twice and i’ll turn
my insides out whirl me around in the dark thrice and i will show you
what keeps me up at night;
Doses – Theo Davila
April 3, 2020
Harbour.
The harbour quay pulsed like a swarming hive
Dregs of salted rot from the sea were hauled in boats like baskets
Muck was scraped from stones and rusting iron rungs by boot-scratches
Soon to be replaced by fresh spilled slop
Or the growth that followed the rise of the surf.
Gelatine economic frenzy shifted barrels and buckets,
Tearing netted fruit from the homely cold expanse
To deposit it by the shoal-load into the acid-pits.