Vol. 2, Issue 23
i click my wrist bones / together / like two strangers / kept captive // i nosedive in friction / and curve with the depths / trapped in gaps / where i just / can’t / find / my voice
-Lydia Falls, “Legacy”
Legacy | Poetry
Legacy i click my wrist bones together like two strangers kept captive i nosedive in friction and curve with the depths trapped in gaps where i just can’t find my voice yet, there— lain beneath...
Momma Taught Me to Hold a Grudge | Nonfiction
I can always tell when Momma’s about to drop some juicy gossip. I don’t see her much now that I’m grown and am creating a home of my own, but when she visits it’s like nothing has changed. Recently, she was in town, and we were sitting on the porch in the late...Follow Us
