Poetry - Half and One

FLAT EARTH

By Joshua Palm / May 17, 2024

To which object does my shadow belong? It was damaged during the home invasion. This was […]

To which object does my shadow belong? It was damaged during the home invasion. This was

They are fading into ghosts, the mothers from My childhood years. First the steps slowing, then

They are fading into ghosts, the mothers from My childhood years. First the steps slowing, then

I shop for lovely strangers bathed in the fluorescence of grocery store light Even after midnight

I shop for lovely strangers bathed in the fluorescence of grocery store light Even after midnight

By Lumina Miller / April 23, 2024

Calendars come and go while pigments fade into seasons that thread a needle hopeful of stitching

Calendars come and go while pigments fade into seasons that thread a needle hopeful of stitching

Steadily waiting against a branch, with a curl caught in a berry twig, I called out

Steadily waiting against a branch, with a curl caught in a berry twig, I called out

By Dion Farquhar / April 12, 2024

Forget your boosters, travel bans and masks after all this time you still don’t get what

Forget your boosters, travel bans and masks after all this time you still don’t get what

“I’ve got a car full of snakes,” I would have sworn I heard the dad say

“I’ve got a car full of snakes,” I would have sworn I heard the dad say

By AP Kramaric / April 1, 2024

There is god, and there are doorknobs I wash in grief our clothes and dishes crescents

There is god, and there are doorknobs I wash in grief our clothes and dishes crescents

Hands of the Soul Architect Weave threads of flesh and silver, His work is never done

Hands of the Soul Architect Weave threads of flesh and silver, His work is never done