Category: Uncategorized

  • *** Thackeray said something like: Mother is the name for God on the lips and in the hearts of little children. What name, then, should my lips murmur, now? She is ash and I am godless. *** The others recite prayers at the funeral, I think. Instead, I name the flowers spread across the room:…

  • I. Stacked exactly in the center of my bed: vertebrae, clavicles, ribs.   Leftover pieces of me.  See, all the rest has been burnished away, which is to say I’ve been reduced to mineral and marrow. II. I’ve lost myself again, somehow, in the liminal yawn, the pallid hollow, the place that swallows everything but…

  • Hello, poetry lovers! Fia Montero’s Everything but the Bones is a striking debut chapbook that feels both ephemeral and enduring — like breath fog on glass that somehow leaves a permanent mark. Published by the ever-intimate Seven Kitchens Press as part of the Allison Joseph Series (which champions emerging BIPOC voices), Montero’s collection fits seamlessly…