Issue 29

Diane Corson, Floating Flowers (detail)   Silence                                                                                              I was tangled in the hem of it. After rain, petrichor. On my knees in my petticoat. I dug in mud in the gap between call and response of doves, mourning. Once, a whistle of wingbeats ripped the pleats of earth’s skirt. Not today. Today, dandelions dawdle […]