Out my window I see a pair of wings, thumping against the glass. Black and yellow, thin and fast, I move as delicate as I can but she dashes away, leaving me standing and alone. I am harkened back to 1786: The Cult of the Priapus sends me “the image of the heavenly soul breaking … Continue reading A Swallowtail In Evening-A. Marie Kaluza, Guest Barista

The great pine appears to be unmoving, but it is moving. It does not count its years of life, it does not consider its time. The great pine appears to be unmoving, but it is changing. It is making its steady climb for the sky.   How long has it sat in just this one … Continue reading This Body is Moving (The Pine)-A. Marie Kaluza, Guest Barista

The phases that keep the eye open, curl away into depthness, then burn so crisply into light. These dreams that wrack all the memories and pull them from out the shoulder blades leave all the letters of wingdrums bereft and spilt to burble and bade.   In crunch of teeth, and bending of whistle golden … Continue reading Phases- A. Marie Kaluza, Guest Barista

We take roads when we are desperate to find homes and so we leave our homes in search of. We take roads when we no longer have a home and so we go in search of something other than a home. We take roads when guns replace cicadas in the night. We leave our doors … Continue reading We Take Roads-A. Marie Kaluza, Guest Barista

Please be kind to me, for I wilt fastly and sure, for I haven’t a devilry, to lean upon, as a shoulder.   If you are a captor, leave me wading into waves. Leave me to fade, thin paper with words into pond green.   Trust nothing that I say, unless I tell you to, … Continue reading Please be Kind to Me-A. Marie Kaluza, Guest Barista