Selected Poems | Makayla Gay

Selected Poems | Makayla Gay

"Have I told you how badly I wanted to lift the shroud of Saint Basil of Ostrog / to see if the smell of basil lingered in his bones? / I didn’t— / not because I’m scared of the dead or the sacred..."
Yesterday I Wasn’t Myself | Ivan de Monbrison

Yesterday I Wasn’t Myself | Ivan de Monbrison

"Yesterday, I wasn't myself, I was not my shadow, I was not your brother, nor your friend, nor your sister, nor the meat, nor the bone that gnaws the dog, nor the dog that gnaws the bone..."
Prom | Sam Leuenberger

Prom | Sam Leuenberger

"the setting sun scribbles reddish equations on your back / and even though it's probably impossible to lock eyes with the divine / the littlest things do."
Bus Stop | Samantha Steiner

Bus Stop | Samantha Steiner

"...if you saw me you’d just think, hey, there’s this kid with curly hair and big headphones and maybe he’s on his way to school, and maybe he’s a skateboarder..."