Menu
Day: February 5, 2019
Strings of dollar bills hang from the ceiling as though they’d been put up to dry. Thousands and thousands of strings of dollar bills. Most of them crumpled into withering monetary lungs. They pack the small, dark, grey room
While listening to an author recite her latest poems, I become infatuated with her voice, with the magnetic vulnerability made lyric by her art… how the courage to reveal herself turns the words she speaks into a lure of
Along Namık Kemal Avenue men sell nectarines from pickup trucks— mounds of them someone’s fashioned into pyramids. I go past down toward the park thinking, poetically, of nectarines and you because I can’t decide on the color of your
We read submissions on a rolling basis
