Mostly I’d Like to Be a Spiderweb because in the rain I’d look like a cracked windowwithout a church to belong to. You could look through me and see the world in front of us. One time, my ex-lovers made a road of tongues for me.I took my shoes off to feel the song a… Continue reading C.T. Salazar
I could say surrender until it sounds like a song or salve. I could hold your love in my mouth and make pearls of it. — C. T. Salazar, from “You Called Me Castaway and I Called You,” micro collection This Might Have Meant Fire: Poems, INCH quarterly (no. 39, Summer 2019)
This Word Love I will not go when she calls even if she says I love you, especially that, even though she swears and promises nothing but love love. The light in this room covers every thing equally; even my arm throws no shadow, it too is consumed with light. But this word love —… Continue reading Raymond Carver,
But to write is to dignify memory — Allan Peterson, from “Footnotes,” Mississippi Review (vol. 41, no. 3, Winter 2014)
Everything behind us Is before us Stretched out: an endless Grey horizon. What we don’t remember Lives in us, forever. —Cynthia Cruz, from “Guidebooks for the Dead (II),” Field (no. 93, Fall 2015)
The Vale of Soul-Making 