New Poem In Pretty Owl Poetry
Abracadabra (from the Aramaic languages, meaning I will create as I speak) By: Amber McBride I. Selma has a locus cocktail, ciphers blood into her fish tank, even adopts frogs. She turns off all her… View Post
New Poem In DecomP
Black Witch Moth By: Amber McBride They think it’s the light—white, iridescent, irresistible, irresponsible. It’s more gun raised hopeless swagger— (Black Witch Moth was originally published in DecomP Magazine in March 2018. Check out the… View Post
New Poem in Rust+Moth
Slow Dance Furious by: Amber McBride “It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.” —Toni Morrison When you die, I’ll wear you like invisibility, keep you like a phantom limb. I’ll… View Post