By Jenae Janzen
39 and since the beginning there have been memos
the occasional solar autograph-signing
universe-sized, half-sketched, half-created.
then crumpled and discarded
in a blueprint wasteland larger than heaven
the angels thrown out,
2 and since the first day, copy-editors and
and the critics of their works.
3 whose Great Voice is that?
the sky is creasing, crinkling,
the bare first sign of a different timeline.
By Jordan Esely-Kohlman
Damn Decency! I want to live as an animal, marauding the savanna.
To shade beneath the acacia and find excited peace only when and where the
To feed from the tawny grasslands and rest in the hollows of concentric sienna and
To procure the lay of the land through deliberate exploration.
To find solace in the peach hillsides that languidly lean into vermillion valleys.
To discover that there is no edge of the world, only beautiful quirks and catenaries
where the beginning is the end.
To drink from time, the cool blue stream it is, and truly taste the flux of kinetic
To prey on moments and capture them with a swift strike of the paw of perception.
By Anthony Gonzalez
rumbling wheels cut
my ties to the
and I’m lost
with no words