Issue #2: My Father’s Hands, Irene Velarde
My Father’s Hands My father’s hands can’t play the piano. Too strong, too scarred to stretch for full octave, his fingers begin in hard work, fall short of sunset over […]
My Father’s Hands My father’s hands can’t play the piano. Too strong, too scarred to stretch for full octave, his fingers begin in hard work, fall short of sunset over […]
Broken Origin Story about the Philippines In the beginning, there was endless sky and endless ocean Then there came land, the accidental gift of an angry god There lived the […]
A Tornado is Sitting In Your Head A tornado is sitting in your head. But it isn’t sitting in your head. You are telling me what the tornado is really […]
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Jeff Fixes Sky ————————– Dalton Day is a terrified dog person & an editor for FreezeRay Poetry. Dalton is the author of Supernova Factory as well as FAKE KNIFE, which […]
Every Six Hours, the Cove is Scenic. It is possible to walk across Back Bay when the tide is out. I have never seen a tourist try. I have never […]
June in Maine is for Weddings and Allergies For David, the one other single person in this fucking town The two of us are bitter, phony newlyweds every Saturday night. […]
When I was born, it was a river, so built a dam. Rocks and sticks, stacked and mud-mortared until the stream did not move. This is how a living thing […]