Main Squeeze Literary Journalit is in the crumbled soil between my fingersi find peacelight iridescentthin in the way ice iscold in the way glass issilent in the way sound is“i have been looking for you for so long,” i say“everywhere,” i say“ever since she took you”it stares and falls with the soilglacieri digand digand dig and dig and […]
you say there is a sweetness to my grief—tell me how.you have not been the subject of her fits of anger.you have not watched her strain to speakthe simplest words.you have not felt the anxiety I dogoing home for the first time in months,praying she will still remember who I am. there is nothing sweet […]
There is a box on the desk where I keep my headInside is womanand brownand talldeep voicedark hairInside is depressedand anxiouspanic attacks I pick my head up sometimes when I need itbut woman comesand so does brownand talldeep voice and dark hairThey follow on string that hangs from my neckAnother pulls depressedanxious and panicfalling in […]
i am the old man on the bus with the bike tireplaying on my iPad like i am a childthis is regression i am a descendant of Johnny AppleseedChapman follows me everywhere my great grandmother sends me a 50 dollar check every year on my birthday i have never sent a letter back but i keep every card in a boxone day […]
Ash Witherell is a candle on a moonlit night. They’ve debuted as a writer in Angel Rust Magazine, published a poetry chapbook entitled Urban Mythologies, and worked as a juror for the 2022 RAL Scholastic Writing Awards. Graphic design is their passion.
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