Sole Survivor Finds A Relic: Chanel No. 5 – Teresa Sutton
If I try to get everything back, sometimes pure essence of a single flower is all that comes when I...
Bonus Pater Familias or the Man on the Clapham Omnibus – Ed Tato
Ten, no, at least a dozen bagpipes groan across the gravel lot outside your window. Snare drums stutter as you...
Two Poems – Larry Narron
Recess A cartwheeling script of broken music notes tumbles from the tip of my pen: a row of children swinging...
We Build Cathedrals of Longing – Jesse Holth
Under the tree-filtered sun, it’s Golden Hour and we sit sipping peaches. Gilded haze and sideways light make the finest bouillon....
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