zakin | ANGLES

PENNIES by Justis Powell

I’m cashing in my pennies. They weigh about as much as A single heaved breath. The rickety kind of...

Stained I peeled your body from the floor. Stained floor. The same floor, in the same room where...

I. The damp footsteps of words waiting to be written paint the underside of my frontal lobe with...

They had always gone through life believing it was so much easier pretending not to care. They had...