Scripto inferio* The aerogramme bears her name, ghosting beneath his news, never mentions their storied youth—long since reduced to runes, timeless as quills dipped
Scripto inferio* The aerogramme bears her name, ghosting beneath his news, never mentions their storied youth—long since reduced to runes, timeless as quills dipped
Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 1, is now online. Enjoy new poems by Maria Sanz (translated by Lola Hidalgo-Calle and Mark Putnam), Tim
At the battered table, streaked with paint like time-lapse stars, caught in their courses, we lean in. A spindle creaks. Oxidized fan blades spin