Mile Markers for Her

poem by Mari Vienna

See, the butterfly cried, for she didn't know how to be anything but a butterfly, until she took a look at herself and flexed her wings. And by God, she flew Read more

poem by Mari Vienna

I am scrolling through my phone before I write the stanzas.The Hands post a photo and type a “peace out” caption, deceivingly innocent behind a beanie and acne pocks The Hands that leaped out from behind mailboxes try t... Read more