RHYME Poem: Medium Rare, by Arda Ünal

A slaughterhouse is subtle: there we put the cattle, hidden from sight, those brutal scenes where they are cut, then in trucks drivers deliver the meat to the market where we buy it, and bring it home and eat it, hands all clean. Bon appétit.

RHYME Poem: placing objects within your walls, by Syf Abbey Sloane

let every pipe groan burst, walls leaking little songs i sung you seeping into the hardwood eyes in every knot trees looking still we could forget some forests where i called you me where you didn’t exist or do much talking, leastways drinking coffee in the sugar shack making earnest conversation with two hundred year… Continue reading RHYME Poem: placing objects within your walls, by Syf Abbey Sloane