by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by DeWitt Clinton What can we do, this late in life?Peeling a grape isn’t quite so charming,Even writing about peeling a grape,Well, it’s not the same as back then.But there’s so much back then, and ifWe do go back, we’ll likely make it allUp, as who still remembers the beach,The…
by Claudia Wysocky I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It was so easyto get lostin a place where all the treeslook the same.And nowevery time I seea missing persons posterstapled to a pole,all I can think isthat could have…
by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by DeWitt Clinton What can we do, this late in life?Peeling a grape isn’t quite so charming,Even writing about peeling a grape,Well, it’s not the same as back then.But there’s so much back then, and ifWe do go back, we’ll likely make it allUp, as who still remembers the beach,The…
by Claudia Wysocky I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It was so easyto get lostin a place where all the treeslook the same.And nowevery time I seea missing persons posterstapled to a pole,all I can think isthat could have…