by Taylor Franson-Thiel | Sep 27, 2024 | Issue #7, Issues, Poetry
With Desperation My faith is a mauled tumbleweed not even buckshot could untangle. The gaps, where I curl like a question. Marking my veneration with clumsy tongue stumbles over verses I once had...
by Taylor Franson-Thiel | Sep 27, 2024 | Issue #7, Issues, Poetry
The only reason I know my body is real are the bruises. Raspberry covered, pools of blood, scales along linoleum scraped knees. I slam into open cupboard doors just to acquaint myself with the plywood edges of my limbs. In a past life, perhaps I was a lake...
by Taylor Franson-Thiel | Sep 26, 2024 | Issue #7, Issues, Poetry
On the day we move in, clouds interrupt our view of what transitions into space. The whisped water a thin sheet between us. That is how close we are to...
