Treacherous Lives

Mercedes Lawry The hungry who cling to the side of bleak mountains, their stories carried by black birds whose cries are empty of promise. The pale-faced couple, in the midst of a swamp, too old to start again, too tired. The small child in a bed, bald, with epic eyes. The continuum collapses into measures… More

Plant Life

Mercedes Lawry I grow halfway into the gluttonous sun. Gold nimbus gives false protection, but I’m content to glory in the reach. I would be a blazing hand surprising the gulls as I forsake roots and reason, sip greedily at light, nerves firing, little flames all along my skin. Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in… More