Midmorning Break My mother had ten. We dartedin and out from under her wings.She smoked cigarettes and dranktea that had cooled — a sip and...

Winter Solstice We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...

Kindly i want to diein the same way daddytakes care of tarantulas—kindly. pick me upby the leg & chuckme out the way. Sarah Karowski (she/her) is...

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...

You Ask Me About America’s Future I remember this –I was a child clutching the string of a green balloonShivering next to classmatesOn a blustery...

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...