by Sarah Carleton A single hummingbird measures the crash and pull of waves beneath a wide sky. No green shimmer and near-invisible flight—the sprite holds still,black as a quarter note. Palms twice the girth of the ones back home rise into the clouds.Royal palms, they’re called, a name that tastes British, like…
by K.A. Wright Lie to me in the daytimeTell me you don’t recallBut tonightfor one nightI am your tasty truth Disown the weight of my nameDiscard me somewhere darkCut your eyesTurn your backclose the doorthen open it again tonight Lace my drink with poisonDestroy any guilty dropsbut tonightthis nightI’ll bleed…