Poetry
Inheritance by Willie James
My sister and I are beginning to inherit the lightning blond crabgrasses and balding planes of our father and mother’s wealth.
Poetry
Poetry
Modern Breakup by Kenton K. Yee
Fake meat, dry heat while fires spread and there is no great way to say this.
Poetry
I’d Break the Pane by Kenton K. Yee
“Our eyes would meet / as if he were alive / (though he was never alive).”
Poetry
The Bird Beneath My Feet by Kenton K. Yee
I see a glowing oblong staring at me, / curious, alert, and fervid.
