I stood next to my husband in sequins and glitter, Rainbow, Mostly red hot pants glittering phthalo green, cadmium yellow, cerulean blue hues I never wear as skin unless LED lights are glittering in front of me too. My calves flex like rocks glowing rose quartz against sandstone that bounces sound back between my chestContinue reading “Calves”
What is your favorite creative medium? I like illustration a lot at the moment but passions have waxed and waned over the years. I try to indulge as many forms of creative expression as possible. What do you love about that medium ? There are limits to language and I think that I try toContinue reading “Interview: Jeremy Gaulke”
Gordon’s poetry is what I love to read because it uses the kind of language that makes you sweat; the kind of language that makes your breath get caught up in your throat and forces you to ask whether you’ve been using words wrong the whole time.
Beth Gordon is a poet, mother and grandmother, currently landlocked in St. Louis, MO. Her poems have been published in numerous journals including Into the Void, Noble/Gas, Five:2:One, SWWIM, Verity La, Califragile, Pretty Owl Poetry and Yes Poetry. She is also the Poetry Editor of Gone Lawn. What is your favorite creative medium? Poetry WhatContinue reading “Interview: Beth Gordon”
Thigh* They lie to you, at twelve, about the thigh — that what men see, above a knee, will be invitation, impossibly denied. Their closure, your responsibility, neglected means you are unprotected, an opening to be inspected, slut to shut out — having been inside. Suspect a miniskirt rebellion when you cut with razorblade aContinue reading “Thigh by Kristin Garth”
You know, in the beginning there was woman and she made stones from sand. And taking water for bone, sculpted more of herself, the gift of life emerging tenderly from her sinewy hands There has been talk of fire, but with her face and her face and her face once more there was the sky,Continue reading “Ekphrastic Challenge: K Dulai”
My mother told me that as soon as my brother and I could run, we were headed for the street. We’d toddle on our little feet out the front door and towards roads that sounded like rushing ocean waves. Or at least, I would, my mother sprinting behind me with one eye towards my brotherContinue reading “Run”
Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry, prose, and photography has been published in The Rumpus, Literary Orphans, Connotation Press, Eunoia Review, and numerous other journals. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a Finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize for her Creative Non-Fiction. Currently, she serves as the Creative Nonfiction Editor for Barren Magazine. She lives in New Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets.
16 is sacrifice. Serpents seek skin. Sequestration a season, and then they begin — reptilian gazes, demon enchantment, sheepskin, diabolists who crave consumption within. You are an entrance. Composition is doors, all orifices, indefensible pores. – From “An Entrance is Not an Exit” In her latest full-length collection, Candy Cigarette: Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press,Continue reading “Review: Candy Cigarette”
Andrea Lambert was kind enough to answer a few questions about creative process as part of the Luna Speaks Interview Series. Andrea Lambert is the author of Jet Set Desolate, Lorazepam & the Valley of Skin: Extrapolations on Los Angeles, and the chapbooks G(u)ilt and Lexapro Diary. Their writing has appeared in Luna Luna, OCCULUM,Continue reading “Interview: Andrea Lambert”
I’d complain it’s too hot But I know you and you would tell me that your skin was practically peeling off the bone yesterday. And you wouldn’t remember the metal sign with the dachshund cut out in curly q’s that marked the entrance to the hideout where I am sweating intoContinue reading “Kick”