empty light, idle wrinkles, Spring 2021, Kathryn Henry, Acrylic paint
Elegy with Tail Curled By Grace Mitchell Shy like me, we got along. Toddling off to a bedroom of dust and perfume, lying on scratchy carpet, outstretched arms beckoning you from the safety of your cave. Dark and quiet as death underneath, bell’s tinkle told me you were there. Two entwined flowers
On Another Date By Kathryn Chupp We walk along the marsh. The swans mate for life, you tell me. “Look how they coast across,” you tell me, when I want to hear their churning webbed feet— tell me you’ll stir up the water with me. On the pier, tell me
have some fruit, Spring 2021, Parker Johnson, Comic
