Tag: Rhea Melina

Progress by Rhea Melina

Progress 1. It started when they sat us little girls at the kids table so after we ate we could color with crayons and stay out of momma’s hair while she started sighing dramatically And clanging those dishes which only barely muffled the sounds of men drinking and talking shit of little boys chasing and …

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The Pattern by Rhea Melina

The Pattern Have you noticed the pattern? They take turns saying whose bombing and whose ceasing but there’s no sight of peace? Haven’t you noticed there is no ceasefire? Ever? I wanna strike now, run out of my house now, screaming noooooooo at the top of my lungs but I don’t wanna look crazy and …

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This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Rhea Melina’s FOUND CONFETTI, a review by Lynn Alexander

first published in the Scumrag by Scumbag Press in the UK This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Rhea Melina’s Found Confetti (Carbonation Press, 2024) “I beg of you to not get me wrong, But you will” I met Rhea Melina on Telegraph in Oakland, at a craft beer and bottle shop where we …

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2 poems by Rhea Melina

The days are packed not like sardines. Like pennies rolled tight. Ends folded precise, insides adding up to what? I wish for you a more simple life. For the necessity of washing fruit to be all you need to radicalize you. I’ve straddled the threshold my whole life and I suppose I’m lucky to never …

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You out here by Rhea Melina

You out here Yeah, you out here making fun of millionaires           in space but have you canceled your Prime membership? If not, it’s you paying for it, all           of it with your money and your time and your energy and your eyes and you will go nearly blind but won’t be able to pay for …

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