Contributions by Jeff Oaks

Issue 22 | Summer 2019

Early Morning Rain

By | Poetry

Even though my neighbor's car was stolen, and she has cancer or has had cancer, and now the street has an absence in it, like a missing tooth.

Issue 22 | Summer 2019

The North

By | Poetry

You blink back so many red veils // so often they stop being blood. The fur / of your parka becomes indistinguishable / from your own hair.