NEW WRITING ON JUSTICE
while I stay in my room
at the Super 8 under the weather
watching “The View”
presidential politics
while I drink hot tea
to soothe my sore throat
lethargy overtakes me
and we leave tomorrow for Yellowstone
Paula Yup is a native of Phoenix, Arizona and currently lives in Spokane, Washington. She has a book of poetry published by Evening Street Press entitled Making a Clean Space in the Sky. Her work has appeared in numerous publications and in the pages of J Journal several times before.
1 Jim Timmons had come from Vermont to Deer Falls, the little resort town on the edge of the Adirondacks, not for the scenery or skiing— he could get that at home—but to look for work. A cousin had to
There is a name for the man with a hundred hands who lies under your bed, the one with fifty mucked-up faces for the fifty bad-luck places where your loved ones end up dead. Rumpelstiltskin and his fa
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