Poetry – Issue 29Gum Austin Segrest The gum she bought by the flat. Blue or green, mixed in her mouth with the brown chaw we found in its pouch in the drawer, it congealed— kneaded and jowled, wrung out as a fear, a grief,Please log in or subscribe to continue reading. Explore related work Poetry – Issue 11•Adjusting to the Dark Greg Nicholl Dusk. I sit on the porch of the cabin. / Wool sweater. Scotch. / Tomorrow it will snow. Poetry – Issue 22Hum Abigail Beckel A woman lived in a farmhouse alone, / her husband dead six months now. // She heard the house talking to her— / it sighed and creaked and hummed.Poetry – Issue 6Grief Lilace Mellin GuignardA ghost crab burrowed under my left shoulder blade. I didn’t see it coming, so faint in the twilight. Holding …
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