Premonitions arrive at my house, with and without invitations
The flyers that are delivered despite the “No Junk Mail” sticker on my mailbox are an omen. If there’s a…
Author: Jessica Coles
Jessica Coles (she/her) is a poet and editor from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada (Treaty 6 territory), where she lives with her family and a judgmental tuxedo cat named Miss Bennet. Check out the About page for more info.
Love is such an amorphous word
You must be a ghost because some days ghosts are the only thing worth loving. I mean—young ghost, I don’t…
Can you define me by what I am not?
Is it absurd to wonder whether galaxies mourn the death of their stars? I assign breath to entities with no…
Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don’t know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can’t be part of…
forget about frogs in a grocery store
How am I supposed to forget about the frogs? They were lined up along the upright freezers. It started, I…