From Issue 17: My Dark Whistle

Charles Kell starts to hum this way when my belly full of glass becomes unbearable. The grey wrens fly fast into the near- est dark hole & your pretty mirror dissolves into a float- ing pile of wet sand. The only way to make me stop is to nail a pencil to my hand. The sky starts to crack when I lick my lips. Quick, the hammer.   Charles Kell is a PhD student at The University of Rhode Island and editor of The Ocean State Review. His poetry and fiction have appeared in The New Orleans Review, The Saint…

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