The fire ants were the first to know.
Grain by grain
they stacked their hills
five feet high.
Deep reds and brown.
Towering over my head.
But no one seemed to notice them.
We packed our belongings,
And moved them to … view
“Thomas,” said Richie. “It’s a good sound. I like it: it suits you. What do you think, Olivia?”
“I think it’s wonderful.” Thomas could see her breasts swaying under the purple velvet robe. Maybe that was it. “And your new look absolutely suits you. It’s like, a … view
Hester L. Furey
At the train station a small sting on the face
only a month back would have sent her
into panic, guilt, and shame.
Today she rubs it and forgets.
The sensation is the same.
No narrative freight now,
Althea Natalga Sumpter
Two of my brothers and I like to sit among our friends and tell stories of growing up in the country, on an island surrounded by marshland off the coast of South Carolina. The ’50s and ’60s have their own place in history, but not all my … view
“Blessed are Those Who Mourn, for They Will be Comforted.” Matthew 5:12
He has to choose. I sit cross-legged and motionless praying in the corner of my son’s hospital room, my breast milk rejected because his 5-week old body hasn’t the energy to stay alive and to suckle … view
America’s perpetual war on its young men reached one of its peaks in the mid-1960s. The horror of Godless Communism led to the Vietnam draft; for fortunate sons who could elude it, America’s fears of miscegenation (rock’n’roll), euphoria (dope), and queerness (long hair) provided another set of threats … view
Hester L. Furey
“Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed”: Lavoisier’s Law, paraphrased from Elementary Treatise of Chemistry (1789) by Antoine-Laurent de Lavoisier.
When I planned this issue of Eyedrum Periodically a year and a half ago, I had no idea what lay ahead. Since then the … view
Robert Cheatham Almost every definition of alchemy will read it as an unscientific precursor to chemistry. Its main efforts were to turn base metals into gold, to find a formula for eternal life, and of course the search for the Philosopher’s … view
milky crust around the window frame.
Salt wing-trail in early light.
Salt to smooth the bumps
burned onto the iron’s soleplate,
to hold silk flowers in place,
line the threshold,
wake the cat from it’s curling sleep.
Salt sprinkled … view
Persis: Why does the river have no fish?
Hydromel: No one’s ever been drowned in it.
Persis: Why can the river never be at ease?
Hydromel: First it must find someone to drown.
Persis: Put your arms around me.
Silence is golden.
Hydromel: My guts are creaking. … view