Fiction & Poetry

Corduroy Brown

by Theadora Walsh The thing called phantom vibration was one of the most common ways Corduroy experienced touch these days. The racking on the subway, which he always holds his body against, pendulumed his thighs against knees pressed into his sides. An older Jamaican woman to his left clutched a purse of stained peach to … Continue reading

Fiction & Poetry

Venom

by Naroé I am not bitter I am venom acid that breaks down his skin his bones I entered through his rib like syrup I pulse slowly through his veins undulating up his spinal cord   once I held anger now I hold release I hold his life breath stare once his gaze pinned me … Continue reading