the deadline to submit to our inaugural anthology “Heat the Grease, We’re Frying up Some Poetry” is quickly approaching. this has been such an enjoyable experience; yet it has been quite frustrating, also. the task of choosing pieces from such a wealth of great writing is almost impossible. as writers ourselves,we agonize over every rejection. please continue to submit when we announce our next open call. now back to the kitchen. this poetry isn’t going to fry itself.
The Invention of Bullets Before: one death at a time, slow. killer watches choked gurgles + wonders what is severed within- the soul or the body? tomorrow- or is it