Miriam

She wouldn’t leave a home her family could return to, and chose to stay and keep a place that was Continue reading →

Watermelon

All I had were distant, drowsy childhood memories of stories; dust motes in a beam of light that didn’t quite Continue reading →

Translucent

Sometimes   I feel translucent,   like my skin   is milk and water;     I feel weightless,   Continue reading →

The Fountain

      Alyssa Cooper is a Canadian author, poet, and artist, currently living in Kingston, Ontario with her partner, Continue reading →

Seventh Grade

He carried on his conversation all along my body   in a language I could scarcely   understand.   The Continue reading →

If I Could Be Me Again

If I could be me again I’d be Errol Flynn   swashbuckling through life as unrepentant as nightfall   or Continue reading →

It Is Also True That

The Angus cattle in the pasture I’m whizzing by are the deepest, darkest black I’ve ever seen. And the bermudagrass Continue reading →

Strawberry Wine

We shared a bottle of strawberry wine in your pickup truck down by the old bridge. I wanted that day Continue reading →