Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at...
Survival poem #17 by Marty McConnell
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
small things: What if They Declared an Emergency... →
velocicrafter: ayiman: What if They Declared an Emergency and No One Came? gloria-swanson: babyslime: It’s been three weeks since Attawapiskat First Nation took the extraordinary step of declaring a state of emergency. Since then, not a single federal or…
Nothing by Paul Guest
Between Buck Owens and Vivaldi what’s left to listen to but the stars, so I do, dialing the radio down to indeterminate static, what I always thought was absence, an aria of sizzling nothingness. Instead it’s the Milky Way radiating arrhythmia all the way back. It’s gossip of the vacuum. That nothing has ever been truly nothing is why I believe, even still, in love. Beside two rivers I have lived...