Current Issue 2026

Laughter shimmies through

tight, pressed lips

and dances down this valley,

echoing simple joys.

It is She who seeks this

auspicious pleasure;

praying for–hoping for–yearning for–

           satiation.

Cease this longing! Resolve me

           with warmth in my core.

She who croons for an answer

is not awarded a swift response.

Her song dances down this valley,

echoing follied desires. 

Heartiness swells over

pot-bellied, warm figures

and rolls down this hillside,

a crescendo of wealth.

Community crowds around

a festive hearth

and carols, to their heart’s content,

epics of grateful unity.

It is She who seeks this

auspicious pleasure,

praying for–hoping for–yearning for–

           satiation.

Cease this longing! Resolve me

           with warmth in my core.

Sing sweet Muse,

of the Wrath of Isolation-

Its teeth gnawing at the stomach

of a Matchbox Girl.