Further Reading
Elegy for Irene
by Jessica Turney
I. She can’t speak, hasn’t worn her dentures for months, but her mouth moves in rotation, lips pressed, she begs with her eyes, as if she can negotiate to stay in this hospital bed, her eyes blue as fire, the fire I see flicker from her stove, where I smell cornbread pancakes, syrup turning hot […]
The Shape of Things by George Moore
Look at this painting squared by light of a certain afternoon hour, hung on the wall out of reach of the dead, who were to blame. See the red roofs and the boxes, spared by his new infinity? Cezanne lost his sight to oceans, repetition, the impossible wave. The ocean was an idea mounting the […]
You Seem Really Lonely
by Sage Tyrtle
For two weeks I wish Marta dead. With every breath I take in. I am not proud of this.
