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The Last Supper by Pooja Joshi

The Last Supper The first thing I notice is the bouquet of flowers, perched in a vase at the center […]

Basket with Raspberries ( for Anatoly Marienhof ) The raspberries are misplaced in a wooden basket, cradled thankfully in multiple

Autodidact for BLACKPINK’s Shut Down dance practice video I have been searching for an anatomy of backbone, to know how

Jod in Charge By Jan Lee I was on the Tung Chung MTR, in the direction of Tsing Yi, when

HALLUCINATION Blood crawled up to the brain, constant stress jarred the nerves, indolent flesh of burnt vision, about to lose

Blawnox Thirteen winters past birth, our son answered my question, What do you want for Christmas, with one word, Bongos.

HUMANITY We build upon foundations of skulls and bones, cement made of flesh and blood filling the gaps between, creating

“Happy New Year!” Molly’s date stuck his tongue down her throat. She swallowed his saliva, so augmented with alcohol, it

It & living with & in stride & treatment time & time to do dishes box bring out the briefcase

Blackhole Syndrome A father’s flesh and look are nothing. He is the shape of benevolence or the lack of it.