MAYDAY

Further Reading

Open House by Circe Maia
(Translated from Spanish by Jesse Lee Kercheva

It is a strange house. Look: the hand suddenly opens sleeping doors. There are fine staircases and high windows. The windows are open and voices can be heard singing. Singing with the voice of the earth and the air of the sky. Slow voices descend black stairs. White voices descend trembling lofty columns. They sing […]

Judith and Her Maidservant
by Virginia Laurie

Judith and Her Maidservant I’m scared that my hair is falling out because I’m a gossip; scared hissing follicles loose with loose cruel lips; I believe in punishment as much as forgiveness; I believe bound fingers form blades; Artemisia paints Lucretia with the dagger pointed up and away; I see myself gripping liquored stringy hair; […]

The History of a Window Overlooking the Wetlands
by Kelly Gray

By the white tile of tub, water becomes the smell of ceanothus morning. Cow bellow mist slinks the soft hand of hill. Wood collects moisture, swells against steam. Drag your finger across glass. Below, a trellis of jasmine. A library, an owl beneath bell jar. A brick oven, built in burst of cala lily. A […]

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