Spring Issue

Heroin Ghazal


Growth has lifted the county that buried sunflower seedsdeep into the flesh of every body, buried, sprouting seeds uncurling green as a smile, and…



I am glued to the interior of my thoughts. A shredded ballerina figurine dipped in gold. Trees, water, sky. Autumn. Spring. Autumn. Outside, reality…

Two Poems


[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The Horse Chestnut Is About To Go Extinct in Europe. In North America, we’ve already lost half of our bird population. The meadowlark, I’ve…