There’s much discourse around Marie Kondo. Something about the ill effects of late capitalism being assigned to the individual or choice rubs people the wrong…
I’ve witnessed our pup’s prolonged, soft wailing on only two occasions. The first was on his initial evening away from his mother and littermates, nestled…
Kimberly Ann Southwick is an Aries with a Capricorn Moon & Ascendant. She is the founder & editor in chief of the literary arts journal…
When writing a series of poems about toxic masculinity’s impact on climate change, I conceived of a nameless character simply referred to as “the hooligan”—a…
You know what it’s like. Salt Solutions. Buffers. Relationships. Whatever works.
This poem was written after I moved overseas for the second time and was feeling very uprooted. I had a file on my computer of…
I lost someone I loved very much. One of the last meals we ever had together was homemade potato soup. The roof of his attic…
The feet are earth And transform Fear into power. The legs are fire And transform anger Into power.
I had already been wrangling with the urge to write about Tiresias as a trans/gender non-conforming figure. The two ideas merged in this poem, which…
“While Thinking of Another’s Suffering” is one of seventy poems written for my first collection about an Angolan woman named Angela who arrived in Jamestown,…