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...
