Why do I keep talking about memories? Summer falls, and I peel open the scab I’ve chosen not to open until now. Oil...
Tag - poetry
Once upon a time, nobody owned the land. If people needed a goose for their family’s dinner, they would simply go to...
There’s tar on our hands, / asphalt, pitch, / that carbon-black earth stick / only oil can soften, / then soap. // It...
A B-2 Bomber’s lazy hum metamorphosizes / Boom! Flash! A port town leveled / By a pencil drawing of atoms on a notepad
March 8, 2021 The Graduate’s Inbox By Isobel Duxfield (words) and Oliver Marr (artwork) Thank you for your application...
February 26, 2021 A Recipe for Inequality By Isobel Duxfield (words) and Oliver Marr (artwork) Place your global...
February 15, 2021 At the Checkout By Isobel Duxfield (words) and Oliver Marr (artwork) Today I’m working at the...
Poems on climate, grief, courage, and the future of a Green New Deal.