Dismantler
Warehouse of unassuming light | like a just-kissed face, eyes still closed | power’s out during my interview and tour | subdued orchestra of rain leaks through the metal roof…
Stories Poems Essays
Vacuum Extraction
Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.
before whisky after jazz
“after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole…”
Lotus
It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.
Someone to Watch My Back
Our mother had a tattoo. We didn’t see it until we washed her before the undertaker came. It was two tattoos, in truth. Two brown dots, one above her right breast, one below.
Austin Kelly – Candid and Authentic Poems
Austin Kelly – Coke and Whiskey, and Grand Delusions of Winter – You kept me company like the other cheerleaders couldn’t, from park to hotel, ride to store…
For David
I write this to remember, David. I need something more fluid than a photograph, something that comprehends more of you…”
The poem was still pulsing…
Out I could not venture | Because it was an ungodly hour | The hour of sirens and vagabonds. | In the morning | The poem was still pulsing…
We’re here, now.
Two powerful poems by Reinekke Lengelle: “People ask me how I’m doing, and I say, good, he’s still here. He’s here now. We’re here, now.”