The Mourning Robot
They came with machetes asked if we knew the way to Wonderland. We were built to love the dead, to open our mouths and sing praise to broken bones, hands over our eyes, aluminum sheets over our hearts. They […]
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Hugo Award Finalist- Best Poem
Care for Lightning
Sure, she sent those heavenly snakes to slither into that hand-hewn crib, and slide along that baby’s skin. And sure, she sent those stinging insects against that cow, turned that one girl into a bear, chained that one dude to a fiery […]
there are no taxis for the dead
The horse brings you home wading through summer rain, reminds you not to stare too long at the halo of light the flicker of streetlamps, metal heads bowed over fogged streets your bad knee doesn’t mind the long ride anymore […]
We Drink Lava
We, the rebirthed gods, drink their past, we drink their anger, and we feel the ashes scrape against our lips, the heat boiling our skin, snaking its way in and its rough texture, cooling against our icy tongues, crystalizing the past deep, deep within us. And for those of us rushing to gulp down the […]
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