2022 Featured Work


by Lucas Woods

White walls paint me blue.

How-to manuals

on decluttering.

Bathe in breathe in bleach,

scrub the skin off feet

with photocopied

washcloths. He will break

every scratched CD,

impure sound cannot

be allowed to mar

pure ears. She’s counting

calories in her

cold reeking kitchen. 

Drum machines and synth

too simple for old

radio. Money

making schemes rotting.

Soft childhood dreams.