Salamander
I came into this world with boots caked in the mud of forgotten previous lives. This world was a dark one, but even though the woods maintained supernatural density, I could always find you. There was a stench. You were noxious in ways still foreign to my unbroken skin. I tried to appear invincible
recurrent aka persistent aka embedded
Poetry by Hannah Lamb-Vines trauma leaks. sop it up with soft cloths. forgot i kept it there. je te manque, peut être, parce que, où est la toilette? never miss french class, never learn french. my third first poem (in english): peeled clementines, p
Interview With Tori Gesualdo
Tori Gesualdo is a Los Angeles based poet and bookseller.
