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Julia Kulon

Rachael Goad: Sculpting

But in your hands— (how long have I mistaken relief?) I am loam. My crumbling boundaries and burrows, your pernicious contour; Though stillness you command, I cannot stay:…

John Himes: New Method

1 The curvature of my heart’s swaying traces a cycloid in the mode of a pendulum. I compound these years together, the sense of all the circles I’ve…

Tristan Janes

Kit Rees

Fredrick Nesfield: Of Tarsus

Damascus road, I know your truth in freeing flash—crisp clarity. In shadowed stupor, squandered youth found proof in flesh-variety.All light on light her movements light speed through extended…

Erik Neave – For Miles or Upon Returning To a Summer Cabin in Late Winter

And the light is softer and more timid, Each twig clothed in ice and snow; A whisper shakes the trees. And the clouds are slower and more fragile…

Dylan Hawkins