Three Poems by Ingrid Jendrzejewski

Pear Tree I am turning into a pear tree. It has taken me months to realize it, but there are things that, after time, one can’t deny. My legs have become stiff and unyielding. Wooden, one might say, if one lacked tact. My bodily systems have begun to feel botanic,...

family (a form somehow must)

family (a form somehow must) Gwynne Garfinkle the cat vanishes forever between one episode and the next so does our beloved dog (we don’t notice) the girls once had a different dad the boys, a different mom now they’re gone never to be mentioned like the...

Instructions for Astronauts by Michael Janairo

Instructions for Astronauts Michael Janairo I. The People of the One Ship By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19 Oh, Voyagers, Our...