Category: coalitionworks4

The Void I feel like a painted canvas yet to dry puppy that ran from home & is now in the wilderness left to the cold rain & sometimes I think of my father as if I knew […]

Clouds I spray snow ruthlessly, playfully at my 9-year-old son. I love him. He is trying to find himself. The clouds bring the snow So we can play Clouds and Clowns The volume of my birthday is wrenching. […]

KM Bezner (shey/they) is a former bookseller/current librarian in Rhode Island. Their work has been published in or is forthcoming from HASH Journal, Hot Pot Magazine, Ouch! Collective, Barzakh, and others. If she’s not writing poetry, she’s probably reading comics, making zines, or playing […]

Big Foot exists. She appears two hours, nine minutes and forty-one seconds into Song Sparrows of Tillamook State Forest, least watched video on the rarely accessed Indigenous Birdsong of Oregon YouTube channel. Belonging to Bryce, whose heart hadn’t […]

Wellness Check Harper knocked on wood four times, gentle and polite. Something was off about the day, even if the wide prairie sky seemed hand-painted and the breeze swayed stalks in the fields. Lots of people called it […]

Jerome Berglund & Christina Chin Jerome Berglund & Kati Mohr Jerome Berglund & C.X. Turner Christina Chin is a painter and haiku poet from Malaysia. She is a four-time recipient of top 100 in the mDAC Summit Contests, […]

Gnostic Adonis Speaks Adam and Eve – combative vitalities. Adam: heroic vitality, unblemishable innocence, naïve, arrogant, immune to the fall: Every Place is Paradise. Eve: tragic vitality. Unresponsive to falling. Disregards falling. Knows herself undiminishable in spirit. Overly […]

Dirty Green Thumb She carried a little bit of dirt with her everywhere she went. Stuck in the cracks on the soles of her shoes, speckled across her scalp, crusted underneath her fingernails. Sometimes, when she felt lost, […]

Plumes of Thirst Lead feet the winter has, A wrap of nettles worn, Yet they move, sweepingly, like hands Tossing coppers to open, willing thighs, To split them to the bloody maw, Yet the form full, human is […]

Fairytale No. 1 Someone left a beanbag on the roof but I’m not sure who it was. I saw it yesterday from the sidewalk because this building only goes up three stories and also maybe because I was […]