Poetry by Jennifer Martelli
They found the snake sleeping and lidless, the shape of a humped woman halfway down its length.
They found the snake sleeping and lidless, the shape of a humped woman halfway down its length.
Wood smoke is pervasive and copies my paved serpent, creating barriers among brothers.
From an early stage, I was more interested in reading and writing and messing around with music than either of my siblings.
The man who once stood on a chair was also the one who took me skating with him every Saturday morning when I was a girl.
If a group of people, maybe our entire planet, wanted to exit the wormhole, would their desire be enough to make it happen?