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 ‌                               …

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Samuel Prince

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

12 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…

12 months ago

Jennifer Rood

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

12 months ago

Maria Rouphail

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

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Joel Savishinsky

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

12 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.…

12 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…

12 months ago