Author: Julia Gari Weiss
Mechanical
Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....
The Pacific Design Center
Place Poem A man fell to his death. “Likely suicide,” they said, as if he tripped, dropped off eleven floors by accident or saw his widow place her hands over her ears to...
The Weight
I was hollow shadows holding onto four hours of sleep and Ambien, wearing sunglasses inside, under excruciatingly dim lights. My eye sockets sinking into my cheekbones. People would visit my mom’s hospital room with...
