Molly Beale

by | Mar 31, 2021 | Featured, Poetry

    Wanting Joy Glory be to the changeable wretch I am       condemned to dance within. Spirits thumb a ride       surging synapse and hurling ourselves in directionless tangles. Joy is hard. Joy must. I seek sepulchred secret caves inside guts where sin...
Sepia Progressions of Form by Allison Palmer

Sepia Progressions of Form by Allison Palmer

by | Mar 29, 2021 | Word & Image

  Sepia Progressions of Form More than a few things had withered and died in the sunlight of the patio. At first nourished by heat, and then entirely undone by its persistence, leaves dried into their own kind of oblivion. So, their time of beauty was done....

Prerana Kumar

by | Mar 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry

    LAZY ABECEDARIAN FOR SUMMER MORNING PRESERVE ROUTINE A pile of kitchen-stove kindling twists Braids with achamma’s kuttichattan hair ribbon Creasing her fingers when she crushes a twig Dew-dropping her brew for new mothers in Early morning rose-light we...

Maddy Kinkead

by | Mar 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry

    spiralling during Planet Earth Attenborough’s voice echoes in my head (like God) He says that we need to act now (draws us all in with baby orangutans and birds that look like aliens.) Because otherwise, no one cares. Does he know that? Current levels of...