Poetry: CHEAP by Andrew Rader Hanson
We were young & cruel
We were young & cruel
the dawn’s worn brick / thrown through the dark
It’s not funny when active flips to passive
Sure, at first sight it feels like a gift / This impenetrable waiting
an unfinished basilica of Gothic horror / between the living and the dead.
The noise between souls. When I listen I can hear it.
Be like milk for babes
We’re pleased to announce the addition of Cate McGowanto our poetry team!
My kid won’t stop screaming on this airplane
I was seventeen, in love with you—before the fire, before everything