Wrought & Found
Original poems & found images. –by Mia Sara The Moon For Breakfast The plums looked ripe, but tasted like an excuse, not sweet, not tart, not even close to the common cause. Let’s not dwell on fruit. The ghouls have arrived. “Boo,” says the moon, “Get lost” the sun spits, at breakfast.
[REVIEW] Last Word by Jonathan Blum
Rescue Press 86 pages, $14 Review by Jonathan Russell Clark There are so many wonderful things about Jonathan Blum’s Last Word. Blum’s narrative takes us into an upper-class Jewish private school called Traubman V. Goldfarb. The narrator is Dr.
Let’s Not Fuck Each Other Up: An Invitation from Arisa White
Dear Reader, If you’re a bastard, send me a letter. If your father was absent from your life, please do write. If you haven’t talked to your father in years and don’t know if you will– because he’s a bastard—an epistle of any style is welcome. Use words or visuals, no limit.