Willawaw Journal Spring 2024 Issue 18

Diana Pinckney

Daughter I write about her in poems, thinking she can be brought back by songs. In dreams, she floats around…

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Vivienne Popperl

I Told the Rain ‌                               …

9 months ago

Samuel Prince

La Spezia Instead, he flicks a royal wave towards La Spezia Gulf, exhales for emphasis and plunges the quartered lime…

9 months ago

Sherry Mossafer Rind

The Anchovy of Melancholy In my vision along the bookshelf Anchovy becomes Anatomy of Melancholy where Burton accuses fish of…

9 months ago

Jennifer Rood

Desert Tableau, Fort Rock, Oregon Spray of feathers. Last flight flown. Bird no more. Rodent skull bleached to chalk, with…

9 months ago

Maria Rouphail

Iowa Scenes  . . . to glorify things, just because they are. ‌               …

9 months ago

Joel Savishinsky

Mornings in Melancholia --after Freud’s 1917 essay “Mourning and Melancholia” I. A strange country to walk into at ten A.M.…

9 months ago

Sarah Cummins Small

Unstitched I am held together by tiny stitches on small scraps of feed sack, snatches of wool, snips of gingham.…

9 months ago

Doug Stone

Li Bai on His Way to Meng Haoran’s Grave The anger of a gathering storm stirs the sullen sky with…

9 months ago