At the Light

At the Light

Blind and seeing through a field of wet diamonds the beauty of the unresolved the ambivalent the in-between. Jewel colors all refracted reflected bleeding into one into light into nothing. Windshield wipers destroy the vision. Give me...
Inheritance

Inheritance

by Chloe Hawker My mother gave me her love of cemeteries And words—those carved into stone monoliths As well as those scrawled across the back of Receipt paper and notepads stained with old Coffee drippings. She gave me skinned knees From kneeling in front of...