Poetry: “Empty Vessel” by Eugenie Theall

Your cracked knuckles will never heal; they know the grip of the hammer too well. Yet you’ve stopped to cradle the hot cup of coffee I brought. The woman you married thirty-five years ago will not return, will not sing again, although she washes your thermos, watches us from the kitchen window. Shall I fill […]

Poetry: “Terra Firma” by Jessie Li

Terra Firma For my grandmother, who could no longer speak, I made this prayer: for the voice inside her to beat like the earth, like the tulips outside her window, swelling with life. For her to call me once more to water the young bulbs together. Instead, my grandmother curled into herself, wanting nothing but […]

Poetry: “Justified Twitch” by Max Lewin

Justified Twitch I made my mind down by the river of euphemism, most playful species of meta -phor. The river ran me round fora for a few years, pebbled my perma -stonedness, taught me to speak with rocks -tarred, defeated eyes minus groupies and the hard stuff. You don’t get it -chy, don’t get soma […]