Reckoning Men finger pockets, lick lips, squint into the bright light of too much possibility. Women narrow eyes like foxes guarding layers. The world has become Winter. They read about growing tomatoes, generators; watching the headlines and the skylines, skittish, waiting. Storms in the sun, holes in the sky. Your father holds his bible, looking […]Read more "Reckoning"
Judge Bean spends a lot of time with his dog in the Pacific Northwest thinking about things he should do. Non Debatable I used to give away my likes Like rays from a tiny sun lighting my loves best I could now I hold them tight like padlocks hold bikes I try not to participate […]Read more "Non Debatable"
I. The barista calls me ma’am because I am makeupless—the pink of my Polish skin and the South’s sun spots pocking my cheeks— and my wide hips are in yoga pants on a Wednesday, mid-morning. I easily ask about milk alternatives because I have learned the language of passing for calm and unconcerned with guns. […]Read more "Atlas As Woman"