The Work Day Goes On

Thoughts do their bestto exorcise and transformthis dull work daybut I fear they just can’t do enough.I can’t bear it alone.Though I’m with people,the solitude is unbearable.The deeper the love,the…

Sorry Mama!

Suhail AlHamady I sit here, now, knowing I can’t escape through these soulless, machine -like, armored windows. There is one behind my back, completely open; it seems like it has…

Mourning without U

Kara Goughnour is a queer writer and documentarian living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the 2018 winner of the Gerald Stern Poetry Award and has work published or forthcoming in…

Life in/verse

thoughts flow through the airlike drifts of grey ash from a burning tower,scorching across white sheets like cigarette burns. to some, words sound foreign and strange—no rhyme or reason—but not…

And who will kiss

this woman’s soul, greying hairA widow can grieve, not I?There are losses that cannot be spoken, stories hidden.Cups hanging on dressers, filled with memories, the neardistant past, ornaments, photos, all…