The Dead by Maura O’Connor

artist: irune bo by Maura O’Connor one by one, they were all becoming shades… —James  Joyce I fled your deaths. They happened anyway. Me, the missing witness. Michael, I will miss you most. The roses you gave me the night you told me you hated me. The song you wrote comparing my eyes to ocean…

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The End of Whaling

artist: early worm  by D.S. Maolalai and so we grew tired of lamp-oil. whaling too cruel a sport and death too much a price. dirty yellow light like tobacco-stained apartments. too cruel. better to crack the skin of rocks and dig down. and we did and black oil oozed forth, a boon without cruelty. more…

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The Smell of Hospitals

artist: unknown by D.S. Maolalai I sit in my kitchen drinking wine, banging out letters surrounded by drowning shirts and shiny trousers. laundry day and they hang, shapeless as crashed traffic. there is something; the drip comes like footsteps in rattles on the lino. life – car-wreck surrounded with grim chance and the smell of…

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Signing Forms

artist: Seamlessoo by Catherine Zickgraf That December, home from school, I’d finish my shift at 3 a.m. My hands cracked gripping the wheel. My breath froze in my lungs I though they’d turn to stone. The houses, too, were hollow. The road, too, unlit. My job was to go home. I sat on the steps…

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Postpartum

Artist: Darvianna Major by Catherine Zickgraf Paper neighbors drape my couch. They hold the baby, bake casseroles I can’t taste. I nibble when he sleeps or sleep when he naps after I’ve boiled the bottles and washed some spoons. I awoke this morning on the roll of toilet paper. Seems it cushioned my cheek sufficiently…

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