
When We Became Trees By Danai Christopoulou
They’d told us it would be peaceful; natural. Well, natural for us—peaceful for them. Peaceful to sit in the shadow of our green growth, lost […]
They’d told us it would be peaceful; natural. Well, natural for us—peaceful for them. Peaceful to sit in the shadow of our green growth, lost […]
The local hawk froze in midair to make sense of such a sound—the sound of Canoe realizing the patter of rain against tin. Tin and […]
When the rakshasa moved into the bungalow, he decided this would be his peacock room. He filled the space with emerald and sapphire. Feather bouquets […]
The Color Naming Committee was in session. Things were going well. They had decided on the big ones. Purple was the sound of a train […]
In school, they teach about the Orgy of Actium, where Mark Antony made Octavian his power bottom, while Cleopatra, for posterity’s sake, hieroglyphed the whole […]
Three fists are stacked, hand over hand, on a pole in this train in The City. I. Simone never says much. She lives days without […]
A sun rises out of my grandfather’s garden, in between the tomato plants. He shouldn’t have risen, not at this hour. Gray, humid skies hang […]
My dog is a cat. I can’t explain it further than this. I can’t make this make any more sense. When I look at my […]
So I stood looking over the damage. I was late. You were early. — Station 11 when the world ends i’m in space & i listen […]
And they don’t work. But sometimes the leaves follow Daddy from his car to our front door. They form a ladder to gather around the […]
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