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 […]