Somewhere, she’s learned By Leah Naomi Green Spring 2022 that color is not color. The red flower, / she tells me, absorbs all light / but red, so reflects red / where she and I can see it. 0 Comments
Color Invocations By Laura van den Berg, Photography by Beverly Acha March 2, 2020 The Practice of Looking Deeply 0 Comments
Ars Poetica By Rachel Eliza Griffiths Fall 2018 In the evenings, we watched Jeopardy. Wore surgical masks once she got sick.Before that my mother sent me to the storefor cigarettes all the time. Pack of Salem Lights. 0 Comments
Heart Swathing in Late Summer By Mai Der Vang Spring 2017 In the penumbra of an oak under sculptedMoonlight, we pile the last waking hours On our faces, breathe the wilderness of dryHeat waiting for fall ventilations. It feels 0 Comments
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