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Gray says that my petticoat
Gray says that my petticoat, bought used, is the skin of another woman. He glazes as he runs his finger along the frilly hem. I burn it.
Read moreDelving into "He Art: Pieces of A Whole"
New York-based poet Judith D. Angeles’ first chapbook of poems, He Art: Pieces of a Whole is an intensely personal walk through heart break and the agony of healing. Gathered together by several motifs (food, sheets, tears, screams, smoke) that bind the 13 pieces to each other, He Art opens with the eponymous poem, wasting [...]
Read moreAfter she sat her parents down
After she sat her parents down she stood outside their white picket fence, orphaned. Tearless, she walks away to build new American dreams.
Read moreIn her grandfather's white fedora
In her grandfather’s white fedora, Julia is butched and bound. On stage she lip syncs to Madonna and adds an N to the end of her name.
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