Category: Poetry

by  Paul Jaskunas

by Jacob Anthony Moniz

We finish eating takeout at midnight. Stomachs churn with apprehension as we move closer to the end of this strange day, our first without you. We’ve brought weed and melatonin and essential oils from as far as the Sangre de Cristo Mountains to California. By the time we’ve found a spot away from the others, I feel dizzy;

by  Natascha Graham

On the 28th March 1941, Virginia Woolf drowned herself in the River Ouse. The following is an Ekphrastic poem inspired by the painting of her sister, Vanessa Bell, by fellow Bloomsbury Group member, Duncan Grant. This poem is a moment wherein Vanessa is writing to her sister, only a week or two after her death, where life continues to break back in, with all of its sharp edges. 

Have you ever been to Merivale? 

She writes. While 

Angelica, (six), fist full of flowers, arranges them in a pattern similar to that of the painted tile of the hearth.