They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...

Science 101 Like the universeI’m expanding -sadly, not nearlythe way I had hoped.Our physics teachererroneously told usobjects lose massas they approach       the speed of lightand yetas...

Street Scene Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like. Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...

stars melt in your skin for R.M quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder. you first reminisced, as if...

After William Carlos Williams So much De Pends Uponthe dazed chickens Fraughtwith meltwater Besidesthe demonic and menacing Icecream truck Thatcirculates the neighborhood Withan off-key kilter tune: (Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...

Malachi Byrd is the winner of the 2025 DC Poet Project, an annual poetry reading series and open-to-all poetry competition produced by Day Eight,...

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...