13Jan 2022 Jada Yee

Just

Just one more pour and she will finally taste the dream-come-true renewal the commercial promised. Just a little more sleep and the hope will return to answer his questions of... Read More
editors note:

No justice? Then just-ness will have to do. – mh clay

11Oct 2021 Jada Yee

Various Herbs and Spices

Mother was blind. I was mute. A portly fly took a nosedive into her pasta. Her fork shoveled tomato lava over the swollen raisin. Torn apart by acidity and convulsive,... Read More
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When the secret in the sauce is better kept secret. – mh clay

28Nov 2018 Jada Yee

Predator

Diagnosed with narcolepsy at the age of a spinning ceiling fan. Only a matter of time before it wraps a wing around this defenseless coffee cup. An ethereal mouth and... Read More
7Sep 2017 Jada Yee

My Dear

To my dear, My-Oh-My, did you know that Why-Oh-Why has made you crawl on the tips of every uncut nail? made you shrink into a desperate Oh-God-Please-Don’t To my dear,... Read More
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My-Oh-My, just keep smiling. – mh clay

13Jul 2016 Jada Yee

Taunting

Do you scream, my wide-eyed pet? Is it really a yawn escaping from your mouth? Because, bits of you are missing; chewed, pulled, twisted, and ripped away. Something foreign has... Read More
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Neener, neener, n-e-e-e-e-ner! (We welcome Jada to our crazy confab of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

13Apr 2016 Jada Yee

Incoming Transmission

Behind the choir of dial tones, live cotton rounds of provolone, busy lines of thin-sliced swiss camouflage all that we miss. Our sensitive ears are layered with but a veil... Read More
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Bass tones through cheddar, treble through swiss, volume through thin provolone. – mh clay

28Apr 2015 Jada Yee

High

Coffee tastes bitter, metal tastes better only when sliced, do I slip into jaw breaking chewing gum, law breaking stewing thumb, which is floating in the soup which, is eventually... Read More
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A double-shot, hot milk-foamed, frappa-macchiato, mocha, mocha, my, my, um… can I get that with a blueberry scone? Make that two! – mh clay