CANTICLE
She walks down a narrow path raised over the river. Under the midday sky, the road shines white while moss-cloaked stones glisten darkly below the water. Eden’s serpent. Malachite and agate. Slices of light hurtle around her mouth, slightly agape. Beyond the horizon, a figure approaches. She draws one hand to her face to shield her eyes and crouches, her gaze uncertain. She imagines everything that ever was becoming. Growing to nothing. Life’s loving shadow, indifferent to sorrow, passes by and plucks her soul, unaware, like a rose. She walks on.Midcult
Bird swept in a turbine, reborn–
Healing Arts Journal Issue 1
Sadeq Hedayat
BRUISER
Two Prose Poems
Discount Guillotine
Normal Cycle
Zoe Alameda: It Takes Two Wrongs to Make It Right
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