Too much becomes too much and where does it settle?
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is…
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.
What fades to background?
Among the things I no longer see in my house is the ghost of a ladybug that haunts my uncertain…
Types of magic that only exist after 10 PM on moonless Saturdays in November
An unshareable autumn night: you + I walked along sodium-lit sidewalks. Stars tucked themselves in squirrels nests but didn’t know…
Write a household poem
This poem has its own house, a hundred closets where the mismatched towels go, one cupboard where the dishes rattle…
The day has no itemized list but it must be completed
Lacking heat, I line my ribs with decorative votives, light them, and forget to say a prayer. A service of…