by Sarain Frank Soonias
stay in it
somewhere you know its special
don’t worry about time
somewhere you know its snow melting on your parents driveway
the girls are women with responsibilities
but they’re still girls Continue reading
by Sarain Frank Soonias
stay in it
somewhere you know its special
don’t worry about time
somewhere you know its snow melting on your parents driveway
the girls are women with responsibilities
but they’re still girls Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Kathleen Janeschek
When I stop to touch another’s skin,
my fingers curve around their limbs and
push down into silky fat woven into muscle
into meat upon bone into the texture of vessels
charting course between the ridges Continue reading
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