L’ETE DERNIER
No portal to some magic land for you. Your armor of long ago-- a carapace of tangled curls and the key to the attic-- will not save...
Origin
Here, where long fields curve and bees spread apart the fuzzy middle of flowers, where the loam is loose and dark, one seed has yet to...
Meditation from a Collection of Matter
Photograph by Michael McPhie I am made of the elements; Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, Like the endless expanse of the universe. My chest...
Artifact
By Katie Scruggs Galloway I confuse and tire myself going over what I did and did not tell him. He persists with the assertion that he...
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