by Sarah Brockhaus
When I talk about want I mean a seagull
taking flight against a dark night sky in Italy. I am
on my own, craving vicinity more than love, someone Continue reading
by Sarah Brockhaus
When I talk about want I mean a seagull
taking flight against a dark night sky in Italy. I am
on my own, craving vicinity more than love, someone Continue reading
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by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
I don’t know
I’m no expert
maybe it is or maybe it isn’t Continue reading
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by John A. Nieves
“How I don’t know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don’t know where you should look, so you look at my hands.”
—John K. Samson
It wasn’t always crayons—sometimes chalk or markers, sometimes
just the wish to somehow say. But I pressed hard into paper, each word
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by Kurt Luchs
What is hope?
A moss that grows
silent and unseen
on any surface,
a light that becomes visible
only after your eyes
have adjusted to the darkness,
a note that hangs in the air
after the bird has flown,
a green shoot erupting
from a dead stump. Continue reading
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