Issue 7

Windwood by J.S. MacLean                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Lament                                                        All day hidden in the table                                                      I’ve trembled through their songs                                                      The hum of smiling knives                                                      The marimba of forks                                                      That insist on waking me up                                                      The drugged spoons that ring in their sleep                                                       Cowered beneath a ladle hoping they won’t find me                                                      When they open the drawer                                                      And slam the metal city on my head […]