“Poem for Ann” Elizabeth Muscari
Tonight the cotton moon has sucked the light//into its stomach, the excess seeps through//its pores like a holy aura.
“It Could’ve Been Me” Claire Riddell
My skin is an experience//my mom has never had to have.
“February 3rd” by AnnaBeth Lane
The sort of innocence of an early spring day at 59 degrees with no//telephones— no idea of anything else. The fluctuation of senses…
“The Dogwood” by Alyssa Tidwell
It is a slow disrobement at first//casual, then passionate at the rousing of the wind…