Cynthia Manick | Poem

But of course I cannot be every / body for you, you cannot be every / body for me; souls are slippery like minnows, they have no fleshy handles, there is nothing to hold to pull your soul deeper inside

2017-11-29T23:34:16+00:00 November 29th, 2017|

Elisa Luna-Ady | Three Poems

FLOOD DIARIES:ENTRY ONE there is still so much i cannot parse / while a blue-black wolf paces my bedroom window / the unfinished painting [...]

2017-02-12T15:33:33+00:00 January 14th, 2017|