by Audrey L. Reyes | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Too many things don’t respondto a pause. And I say, so be it—It’s late and dark and stormy.Palms itch to pounceon uncalculated risksand pots of piss at rainbow’send. A red light flashes in the distance;it’s all eye of the stormthat won’t...
by Audrey L. Reyes | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Wrap it tight in discord and abaca. To train the budfrom ever flowering again.The bud is rotten; how do you shake it awake?When you unspool the petals, each crumbles to touch.But my hands must keep the bud from unraveling.Remember when we used to suck out the...
