Volume 8, Issue 1
The Number of Words I Speak
We stand beside the mottled white-gray tree bark admiring the trunk, the / complexion, the shade of that broad, strong tree.
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Volume 8, Issue 1
We stand beside the mottled white-gray tree bark admiring the trunk, the / complexion, the shade of that broad, strong tree.
Volume 8, Issue 1
I know about silence / and the severance paid / with words, and the way / the currency is measured / in equity and not equality, / and how there is always…
Volume 8, Issue 1
Perversions of thunder undress / the sky, exposing its essentials. / We cower in the study and count / the seconds between lightning / and its long…
Volume 8, Issue 1
At three AM the dark thickens / and becomes almost edible. / Hard to breathe, though.