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...
by Neal Sandin | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
The air buzzes without echoRed grass scrapes our shoulders and saddle bagsBehind us unseen swarm men with guns and rotten teethWhispering our sin through cracked lips.No one has been here beforeWe steer a wide berth around buildings silhouettedLike thorns among...
by Erin Bryant Petty | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
shame keeps me warm at nightburns bright in my bonesburnished to a glow bywincing ruminations about yougutted with the loss ofwhat could have beengrateful the door neveropened widerto let in more welted regretlivid on my skinhurricaned with wounds thatlast foreverwhat...
by Erin Bryant Petty | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
regretbecomes a guest that never leaveswaking side by sideeach day we trudge in unisonentwined among my veinsand chiralityit tugs me this way and thatkeeping me carefuland safeand wishingI could unwind its bittered pithfrom my skin, peelit away from each limband...
by Samantha Johnson | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
when the borders between usare more jasmine than fence,more mistake than betrayal,I will cross the dew-wet streetwithout looking, you’ll seemore optimist than woman. Samantha Johnson (she/her) is a poet in Melbourne, working on her debut collection. Her work...
by Marie Little | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
On the hills I am barefoot, ankles rainbow-strungwith friendship, picking through scree.In the streams I gather my skirts insmiles, hug baby to my hip, sing to the fishes.In the valley I bathe in shade, stuff pocketswith berries, practise echoes.In the forest I birth...
