After We Talk About Cosmogony Over Wine, poetry by Marina Starkey To the Aliens Employing Their Best Cryptologists, prose by Anna Forsythe Kayewood Family Holiday Portrait, poetry by Jenni Morgan The Pigeon, poetry by Marina Starkey
After We Talked About Cosmogony Over Wine
I plucked my eyelashes out for you one-by-one, to the rhythm of love and love nots. The pattern fell in your palm like a new moon cycle, disappearing into the blankness of that night. Those fools had nothing to hold on to anymore anyway. But my eyelids got lonely soon; they didn’t understand why their shadows were gone. You …
To the Aliens Employing Their Best Cryptologists
My sister and I decided to plant a time capsule for the aliens. We were too old to indulge in our fantasies then, but careening smack dab through a conspiracy phase that began with what was—only just probably—a lightning bug way up in the sky. It chafed against everything Father Don had been teaching us …