Ultrasound
by Megan Grumbling Have I heard of the allegory of the cave? he wonders, blue to me in pooled monitor lume, a dim room of insides, guess –
While I Stride
by Megan Grumbling O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! . . . O to disengage myself from these
Keeping the Pearls
by Renée Olander Those two creamy strands, their vague yellow tint increasing the value of the oyster’s irritation, cost an outrageous thousand