Perpetual Now by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] is the Continental Divideprecipice of mountain tightropeyou walk, concentration of one footin front of the other,original mind,animal mind, stuff of subconscious left to dodue diligence, abandonment to moment,to body, the breath,intersection where the youof you collides, merges withthe...

Prestidigitation by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Some train stationsare like churches—bodies rather than soulsharrowing off towardsfuture or seeking past. Airports may have chapelsbut sell life insurance—require cognitive dissonanceat 38,000 miles higheating air at indigestible speeds. Wherever we areentangled, imaginingourselves to be alone—is the greatest...

Ash and Hope by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Dust from destruction never settlesbut lives in our bodies as self-hate,a constant chemical reaction we have investigated for its atomicsolution that we hesitate to employbecause it would annihilate illusion of winning and so-calledvictors, set capitalism, exploitationand plunder of...

Down and Dirty by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] LiDAR, short for Light Detection and Ranging technology, has been instrumental in identifying ancient structures, especially in forested areas. A LiDAR scan of history reveals not morality but simply the created opportunity for capitalism. For guns you need...

Restricted (Not) by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poem"] Yearsweigh heavysupple skeletonbends bedeviledtime’s slow spiralgravity’s gyrationsneuron’s slower speedmuscles knotin needskin thinsshins jutsag of buttdroop of spinethickened nailcurve of toesso it goesgums recedecataracts strikecold bitescan’t drivestick self inside No you sayfind the wayout the doorthere’s morethere’s moremeeting friendsnever...