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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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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