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where time dips & meets horizon
By Ela Kini
“masked in wilting flowers, the face is not a face but a skull unfinished.”
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By Ela Kini
“masked in wilting flowers, the face is not a face but a skull unfinished.”
By Bazeed
“that bark & branches bristle / with eyes / see all that happens / under the sky. / all that murders & slithers / from sea to shining sea.”
By Maurya Kerr
“banjo be deeply known by its own / before bootlegged for mass / production, instruction manual, smash & grab of its soul.”
“Honed a kind of malingering, for most of that stint – / part-response to my farm-crazed aunt’s / unsparing miserableness.”
By Emma Buckley
“The wolf-girl is content that she prayed so hard for sharp teeth, / as the washing machines spin like the records used to do, / and the streetlights buzz like door-to-door salesman or houseflies”
“before the insects trill their morning song / after the sisters snore their night prayers / we each take up cloth and name”
“even as you pray what’s between you / and disaster is more than tape / and padded cups.”
“why am i thinking about doing my hair before i see to this fever / straightening myself up before i treat this sickness”
“I regret / that I never mentioned you in my sleep, never thought / that you might want me to leave the porch light on / for a thousand saints to welcome you to my home.”