We see, therefore, how the modern modes of production and of exchange. by An oppressed class ████████ historically, has played a most...

I ate ice cream in cups on account of a tongue too short not sickly or any less lumpen than they come but sewn into the mouth as by...

jabbing toenails into the wet clumps of cold sand while grains cling together under the opaque brim squished and jabbing into corners...

Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings, she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark, and picking up...

You watch as a fork and knife are slipped into the depth of the cooked veal, and you are reminded of original sin. You hear the tender...

I could write a poem about daffodils. I could. I could write a stupid poem about daffodils. And it would be sad and heart-string-pulling...

I had just filled my head with cement, grey and cracked already under the pressure of, “Please, please, my parents are asleep— Don’t make...

“What do you do with the mad you feel?” Mister Rogers asked I split cinders in fists Grimace at my mental pulchritude I wear the arms of...

“i’ve never seen snow” she tells me i tell her “it’s like dandruff falling from an overused brush, tossed aside” she says “that’s very...

The trees wave at me When I’m not looking, And the clouds open When I can’t see. And the light flickers The less I breathe. I hear the...