catharine lucas

Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas

San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its sharp-edged gleam startling a blue so deep it [...]

May 29, 2016

ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history [...]
Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: [...]
On a Photograph Never Taken of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Friends, Manhattan, May 1, 1920 by Benjamin Goluboff

Fifth Avenue had been cleared and they drove Stanley Dell’s Buick twelve blocks down the parade route before a cop [...]
The Repercussions of Clipping a Parrot’s Wings by Matthew Dexter

Last night, I loaded the pipe with freebase and watched the Houston Astros balling through the rusty rabbit ears. Ocean [...]
he by lauren millici

says I’m a break from routine. Spends the night inside of me, a vacancy at a Motel Six. Fucks without his wedding ring, [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence

Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section [...]
Milk Crates by Melanie Tague

I watched you once sitting on the bench by the courthouse, staring at the ground and I whispered that you were missing the [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

My Better Life in the Country I suppose I should tell of the things I liked here. I liked the way hay bales looked [...]
Science and Change and other poems by Sarah Sarai

I declined a knighthood honoring my heroic efforts at keeping heroism effortless, something I perfected while [...]
Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski

Autumn Leaves with Pictures we opened each other like maps explored, traced our fingers along every outline, got utterly and [...]
Radio Truth by Ashlie Allen

Dad twitches in his sleep, afraid he’s really on the reservation. I keep the radio on, too sad and hungry to sleep. If [...]
White Cards by Aliya Whiteley

The rooms of the British Museum are organised journeys into stone, clay, gold, bronze, sorted by time and catalogued by the [...]