circling his ‘i’s he fine toons his (spleen + bleach) speech
rearranging
the lecterns
on the titanic
Helen Buckingham
gembun
what if
I would wake up inside a peony small like an elf and it’s sunday
two pinkish mice
track for mask parcels
summer wind
Isabella Kramer
two gembun
chanting a mantra
we are mostly
made up
of wind and words
made up
of wind and words
*
death anniversary
a cool breeze
turns the page
for me
turns the page
for me
Gabriel Bates
(untitled gembun)
dust in the inkwell…
midnight train–
the journey back
to deepest darkest Peru
the journey back
to deepest darkest Peru
Susan Beth Furst
