Main Squeeze Literary Journal
children’s playgrounds become crime scenes bound in yellow plastic tape swings creaking in the empty breeze horseshoe pits wrapped in black plastic body bags rebar stakes through their hearts the baseball diamond empty no one to spit or slide the basketball court stripped naked the only shadow, the metal bar not holding its basket white […]
My skin, Like the seasons, it changes color. In the winter, my skin is an unsaturated, pale brown With spots that look darker than the other. In the summer, my skin radiates deep golden hues, It illuminates and gently toasts I am a reflection of the sun. My pigment is rooted from my ancestors, Who […]
I handle my tarantulas like they will bite me. At any moment tear fangs into my flesh slap tendons against bone like weathered rubber bands stretched too thin and think before they let go. I handle my tarantulas on the condition that they will bite me. Allowing their trust in me to develop independent of […]
My uncle saw the world from the bridge of an oil tanker he didn’t send postcards he lived them returning with fistfuls of stories real life fantasies how he fought and caught swordfish saw the night seas pulse and glow a bio-luminescent time he handed me the kite not an ordinary kite but one from […]
She was in good form on the phone now that she had gotten the heat back into her the power having been cut for over five hours the first hour had been fine but she felt the cold creep in under the doors through the keyholes during the second by the third she had put […]
Main Squeeze Literary Journal