Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
I liked watching their arms reach Through the slats of my blinds. Petals drinking sunlight that seeks To prolong a lifespan cut and tied. O’er days, the flowers grudgingly wane Away, but the drying phloem remains Persistent and hopeful. A prognosis Meant nothing to...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
The dust-coated wooden fan legs were spinning nauseatingly and with a continuous hum as her eyes pried open, speckled with sleep and leftover, crunchy makeup. She instantly noticed the warm, stocky body next to her own. It was one that she had gotten to know fairly...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
Did Jesus ever eat a cherry? I bet he wouldn’t have liked them. The juice would’ve reminded him of how his pores bled in the garden. No one ever mentions how Jesus must be traumatized by his death, his rebirth. If Jesus is traumatized, then how could he let me suffer...
