A stream of consciousness from a found journal entry.
Travis MossottiPoetry
Travis Mossotti Inside the cold of January where my daughter plays soccer in a converted warehouse—the old loading dock permanently shut behind the goal where the goalie waits for the play to start up again, knees bent and ready—and the other team has driven a long way from the outskirts of outer-outer ring suburbs […]
Sandra MeekPoetry
Charlotte PencePoetry
Rhys Plantilla-PetitInterview
Anna LeonardPoetry