END SPRING
︎︎︎ Lamb
︎ Feb 5, 2026
In secret you stand
at the reservoir’s edge,
its cold told by the bluer
green. Maybe you shiver,
self distract with the egret’s
ready neck, trout rising
like small academics,
oblong rocks, thoughts
of money … till you clock
desire in them all and
end up right back asking.
Is this really what I wanted?
Is this what I really wanted?
at the reservoir’s edge,
its cold told by the bluer
green. Maybe you shiver,
self distract with the egret’s
ready neck, trout rising
like small academics,
oblong rocks, thoughts
of money … till you clock
desire in them all and
end up right back asking.
Is this really what I wanted?
Is this what I really wanted?
12.30.25
︎︎︎ Marie Heilich
︎ Feb 4, 2026
dancing on her father’s feet
a hopscotch frog
afraid to leap
return return
the fragile strong
modern liquor
ancient song
a question of coffee
name mistranslated
smoke it clears
to something sacred
keyboard and some ketamine
list set overnight
she knows the moon is never gone
it’s only out of sight
fort, da, fort, da, fort, da
you’re looking for your roof to hold
I know
you know
I’m looking for the pines up north
a hopscotch frog
afraid to leap
return return
the fragile strong
modern liquor
ancient song
a question of coffee
name mistranslated
smoke it clears
to something sacred
keyboard and some ketamine
list set overnight
she knows the moon is never gone
it’s only out of sight
fort, da, fort, da, fort, da
you’re looking for your roof to hold
I know
you know
I’m looking for the pines up north
Marie Heilich is a writer living in Los Angeles
GELDING
︎︎︎ Cletus Crow
︎ Feb 2, 2026
dead horses
weren't the worst
you beat
there was often
a horse
very much alive
weren't the worst
you beat
there was often
a horse
very much alive
Digital
︎︎︎ Michael Charles Hansford
︎ Jan 31, 2026
Fingerprints on my screen
I’m alive, I am okay, commuting
From place to place
I look at lovers at the airport
I look at a plane flying over me
I pretend you’re in it
I sit
I wait
I
I’m alive, I am okay, commuting
From place to place
I look at lovers at the airport
I look at a plane flying over me
I pretend you’re in it
I sit
I wait
I
Michael Charles Hansford is a musician and writer based in Montreal, Canada.
Also by Michael: Out There
Warm Room
︎︎︎ Ginger Jones
︎ Jan 30, 2026
There is a warm room with no windows.
You can hear birds chirp
along pomegranate tree branches and power lines
in an old town where I’ve rung a bell
bigger than any I’ve seen at home.
I am always lighting candles and incense for you here.
You should be noble and naked now.
And I the most virgin and blonde straw headed.
Look at our teeth. We are so fed.
You can hear birds chirp
along pomegranate tree branches and power lines
in an old town where I’ve rung a bell
bigger than any I’ve seen at home.
I am always lighting candles and incense for you here.
You should be noble and naked now.
And I the most virgin and blonde straw headed.
Look at our teeth. We are so fed.