Fitting with the dark of the season, the poems found in our most recent issue orbit a sense of seclusion. In Laura Tanenbaum’s “New
Fitting with the dark of the season, the poems found in our most recent issue orbit a sense of seclusion. In Laura Tanenbaum’s “New
Beginning of the divine: first tearful slice, skin parting from each other like lovers, sizzling pallor, gradual darkening, then release beyond belief. Doesn’t matter