Senator by Zeke Greenwald

I walk to bathroom like to Roman senate: shoulder-hung bath-towel toga-pendent. However bearded myself I suppose unlike Greek philosophers I bathe alone. And like whenever drip by drip a cold the hived compartment of your lungs controls with a concrete and swimmy occupation, and their walls have ruin in vibration, cough; and cough wrenches up the stony-melt and the rocks scratch up their conveyor belt; … Continue reading Senator by Zeke Greenwald

We Are the Seams of Everything by Erica Schreiner

We are the seams of everything Like where the tide, for the first time today, rushes onto the land And again And again Again We are the seams of everything We are midnight switching to 12:01am We are the first blaze of fire basting over the horizon And we are the sudden absence of it again We are silence just after a crater hit Oregon … Continue reading We Are the Seams of Everything by Erica Schreiner