Poetry

“Wet” by Jen Knox

Rough, dry hands pull at our necks, our expanding skirts. They tug at the flowerbeds below, sweet and thick, unreleased. Nourishment, a cloud-blanketed sun. We stay in bed like lettuce. We soak heat like a sponge, till we’re too heavy to float. Our loneliness is irony, swollen with greedy buds. Tasting, crunching the earth like… Continue reading “Wet” by Jen Knox

Poetry

“Stalin Resurrected” by James Valvis

First time I see Joseph Stalin he’s at the pool. He’s wearing an old-fashioned one-piece swimsuit, still has his trademark mustache. He doesn’t stay long, dives in, plays ball with kids for a time, climbs out of the water, and leaves. Next time I see Joseph Stalin he’s in the grocery store, shopping. There’s nothing… Continue reading “Stalin Resurrected” by James Valvis