Your hands are like fists all the time now. Lick the webbing / between your cats’ toes and wish they could set you right. / Know that they never can.
Author: Carolyn DeCarlo
is a queer writer living in Aro Valley, Te Whanganui-a-Tara, with seven other mammals. She runs Food Court Books and We Are Babies Press with her partner Jackson Nieuwland. Her chapbook-length collection ‘Winter Swimmers’ was featured in AUP New Poets 5. She also co-wrote the chapbook BOUND: an ode to falling in love (Compound Press 2014).
Carolyn DeCarlo & Jackson Nieuwland
Macaroni Cheese Well I was going to read the instructions but it turns out we have a slow Mac and also I don’t like to talk too much so sometimes I just go to the supermarket and walk around until I find something that I want to eat but most of the time I just… Continue reading Carolyn DeCarlo & Jackson Nieuwland
Carolyn DeCarlo
the car and the man inside they were buried there, the car and the man inside, swept over with a blanket of copper leaves under the pavement in front of the house at the end of the street. everyone knew about them, the car and the man inside, and even when we played catch-the-toad with… Continue reading Carolyn DeCarlo