" The forest lush and thick is not for seeing. The land crushed under the weight of promise is teeming with bodies. Worship is theory and concept. It is not a means to an end. It is merely a way of passage."
Mae Espada — "Five Portraits"
"I'm going to stay / with the plants that are moving / wear the wind for a while / inside the animal slur / how we cure a river"
Tyler Flynn Dorholt — "Terminus"
"It occurred to me that if I went to sleep, I may throw up a wild variation of all I’d taken in. A prayer ran through my head. Something I’d heard once and quickly forgotten until a moment when it could reappear and ask to be spoken."
Kevin B. — "Saint Jerome"
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