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fixer-upper

Barbie Dream House on the curb

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:January 20, 2026

sine

The wheels on the suitcase / go round and round

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
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Post published:January 13, 2026

stuff

Nebuchadnezzar’s epithelials / are trapped beneath my nails

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:December 16, 2025

sweeper

Eight-hundred slender fingers / on a bound hand / gently kiss the contours / of the plane

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:November 18, 2025

bound

The natives fling themselves / with abandon / into walls

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:October 21, 2025

reconstruction

Today’s poem is the first January River thing that’s been published elsewhere, which is really exciting! Check it out!

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:October 7, 2025

fraternal

The floor is paved with wooden planks /  rough and scratched /  peeling, mismatched

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:September 9, 2025

countryside

The rug in the room looks like Portugal

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:August 12, 2025

anxiety

As the drugs take hold  the mirror melts

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:July 15, 2025

Withdrawal

He felt no pain. Not yet. He could see the pain there, of course…he knew what it was, and knew that he could take it out, pick it up, allow himself to feel it…

Post author:January River
Post category:Prose
Post published:July 1, 2025