we used to lay beneath each Sunday, hungry, hands like mouths on our answers, like tarnish on silver: didn’t we know the roots would remain—rely on the shade— permanence
Continue reading…What happened to the Chinaberry Trees by Clarissa Kendall
in the back of my Mazda Minivan, steaming like, Hot Worms wriggling up, drowning like, Indiana Jones in some pit, slowly gurgling out the last slips of air. my
Mahari Chabwera is a recent BFA graduate from Painting and Printmaking at VCUArts, whose painting, Grace of Yemeyah, won Poictesme’s 2017 Editor’s Choice Award for art. I visited Mahari’s studio
Poictesme’s Editor, Lauren Chartuk, recently bought an unassuming book that had a spooky surprise in store, when she uncovered an inserted photo. One idyllic Saturday afternoon, I took a walk
“Are you sure you want to do this child? Once we start there is no turning back, you’ll be bound forever.” An elderly woman asked the young boy. The two