issue 15

poetry

Andie Klarin | poetry | Goslings & Whale Culture

“We know this is not love”

“come into my arms anyway”

“Last night catches like lava and stars in my throat”

“Her tongue wrote cursive / inside my mouth”

“It’s not birdsong that has you humming”

prose

“She’s strong enough to carry him”

“You could be a fisherman-poet”

“you could have eaten from any of the trees in my garden”

“Careful, you said, don’t hurt yourself. Too fucking late.”

“one little fish had stopped right by the glass”