Teal lives in Nebraska and sings in the band UUVVWWZ.
Articles by Teal Gardner:
Now I am living in a hivebox of sorts - the one who isn’t talking anymore - one pancake, gin and tonic, kale always kale - stuck us together as we were dissolved in a water - You love everything through your love of the house - but yes, avoiding - I dream of a ribcage - a tiny yell from a hinge near my head - Old habits against new aspirations. Whiskey or tea? - if you’d only let me touch your frozen doorknob - I wanted to—we wanted to be friends, I think - I look around. Where is? There is? - living in a rotten honeycomb
the coop has been flown - nooks that hoard the very painful stuff - sentencing is pronounced in the Corridor - quickening and saturation - a structural warp which breaks through as a smell - beneath the carpet is the Prairie - the stolen cloth item or sock - a completely ossified door - sniffing the bedskirt - the prominence of vulnerability - Layer 4 is a slick, heavy rope