Winter, Vol 18.1
Tyson Higel lives in Bellingham, WA where he works as a nurse. He began writing poetry in search of fluent self-expression, something he struggles with as a person who stutters. It's on the page that he's found his voice, with poems of his having appeared in York Literary Review, redrosethorns and Rabble Review, among others. His chapbook Confessions of a Stutterer (Finishing Line Press, 2024) is forthcoming in September. For more, visit tysonhigel.mailchimpsites.com
sipèstisyon If people say your child is beautiful, your child will become ugly. ok, i confess. once, i said fuck you to danny perkins on the last day of kindergarten after a miserable year of being pu
I feel compelled to pick up the baby bird that has died just outside my doorstep this morning. Place her in my hand and rub her toothpick ribs with my thumb. Gently kiss the milky-blue bulbs of her ey
Hey, Future is that you / in the moment / a Buddhist might love / enough to hyperventilate / or the day’s dizzy spin /of 24 hours / kicking joy / to the curbs / of chaos / blessed by Hallmark’s / squa