by Daniel J. Flosi | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
you wake themorning findits seeds inyour palmnow you mustscrape ...
by Dre Hill | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Here are the quiet momentsthe whispering thoughtseatingat your wayward souldevouring your being.Here are the lingering queriescloudingyour sense of directionin a darkening hazesuggesting all that you lack.Here are the patches of darknessthe voids where light...
by Emily Cotman | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
tender palms indulge the weight of my cold silt spiral anchored radiant across timeshe settles and ipulse againonce her eyes well with curves chasms darkness endless she worries her saltwater will dullmy iridescenceoh honeysnug at her chest waves resonate already ate...
by Jeana Jorgensen | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
My heart is a caged, battered thing,a medieval city with two sets of walls,a fortress built from stonesbearing bloody handprints,teary streaks, remindersthat barriers do two things,they exist for a reason,and they come with a cost.For now I bear the bruises,take pride...
