PinnedMaria NazosinThe InterstitialApology to the SunThe sun is slowly burning out, which means it will grow more luminous each year before exhausting itself in vain. What’s a girl to do…May 661May 661
PinnedMaria NazosinThe InterstitialAll You Need is LoveWhen the song throbbed through the basement ceiling, you knew your mother was at it again:May 127May 127
PinnedMaria NazosinScribeHappy HourA woman in her seventies with a feathered haircut droops like a lily over the bar. She’s lostApr 2928Apr 2928
PinnedMaria NazosinScribeWoman to WomanAt the Old Colony Tap, she and I are having one of those uneasy talks that women have when no one else will listen. Her ex, who is my ex…Apr 560Apr 560
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialModern ArtAs Mother describes to her teenage daughter the monthly Rorschach in her underwear, how hard buds4d ago444d ago44
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialWhen My Relapsed Cousin Runs Out of the Family Boutique Mid-ShiftMy aunt never knows when her daughter, whom she’s tried to keep sober and employ, texts her dealer and then goes tearing off:5d ago25d ago2
Maria NazosinScribeOn Wanting to Tell [ ] about the Man Ranting Scripture Outside My WindowAnd how his loose dreads whip against his gold caftan.5d ago45d ago4
Maria NazosinScribeAnother Failed Poem to LonelinessTonight, I’m remembering, loving, and mourning those friends I had who did not make me miserable. Friends6d ago566d ago56