I can catch more flies with honey: now the jar is filled with maggots. Their soul-less bodies nothing but a blister of squirm. The hive is not yet buzzing. They are shedding their skin: trying to open their eyes. A susurrus of transubstantiation. A sprouting of legs & wings. I feel the haunting today: the […]
Beth Gordon
Beth Gordon is a poet, mother and grandmother in Asheville, NC. She is the author of five chapbooks, including The Water Cycle (Variant Lit) and The First Day (Belle Point Press); and one full length collection, This Small Machine of Prayer (Kelsay Books). Her second full-length collection, Alchemist or Arsonist, is forthcoming from Acre Books in 2027. Beth is Managing Editor of Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Assistant Editor of Animal Heart Press, and Grandma of Femme Salve Books. Instagram, Threads and BlueSky @bethgordonpoet.
When the Crossword Answer Was Grapes but All I Could Think of Was Graves
Nobody told me that my daughters would hunger for blueberries, fresh shrimp, spaghetti carbonara with all the cream: all the eggs: all the bacon: all the freshest parmesan. My single mom budget, the budget of boxed Mac-n-Cheese: Chef Boyardee: 3-for-a-dollar Ramen: the generic brand of Pop-Tarts, unfrosted. Nobody told me that they would sneak out […]