by Sloane Angelou | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
let me be a holy habitationwhere your spirit is sentand mine, to die an endless deathlet me be what makes the rain freezeturns ocean into iceand clouds into moving smoke. Sloane Angelou is a storyteller & writer of West African origin; passionate about learning of...
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 Jeremy Freedman | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Everywhere I go I courtthe ambiguousamphibian atmosphere—the momentum of nostalgia—I remain unsteady—dizzy from the breath of beauty,only incidentally free,marooned, unraveling.I no longer see your...
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...
by K.R. Everett | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
As the season stained in leavesbegins to yell through feral winds,I watch the petals fall, each tingedin kisses of decay;like the greying of agetheir colors begin to fade.Reds soften to pinks like the flush of flesh,purples dull like grapes left rotting on the...
by Preston Smith | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Preston Smith “‘Cause I know I’m a sinner, but I could be a saint in your head.No, I don’t got religion, but I’ll tip my hat to the dead.”—VÉRITÉ, “Saint” If I knew how to be alone, I woulddeconstruct the fairy tales of my mindand live somewhere in betweenthe fabrics...
