Eastman by Amanda Little Rose Iacampo “Boy,” she said, “Pick a Christian name,” I stared blankly back at her, And my heart died the moment she put the blades of the scissor to my hair I winced as I heard the sickening -kerplunk- of the thick braid, as it fell from the nape of […]
The milk you gave me was skim. I wanted two percent, I would’ve even taken one.
she reads tarot cards
got a great smile too
Lunch Break, Kansas by Devin Harrison The children dip midday under broad-armed elms by the edge of the lake cup their hands in water send schools of marbled green glass minnows shuttering through the shallows we have just come off an endless summer road, stopped for play after miles of wheat and Milo and dust […]
Freda Kahlo’s Cry by Laura Solomon Today the ghost of me attended My own exhibition at the Tate Modern. All those paintings on display, The ones that I laboured over for so long. The sickening part was the merchandise. Coffee mugs, calendars, prints, clocks all with either me or one of my paintings thereupon. Somebody’s […]