Toy Milk Wagon, by Henry Granet

Milk Carton

by

W. David Hancock

March 19, 2024




Further considerations

[fiction]

Until My Dying Breath

By Stefanie Lee

I’ll tell you about how I’ve been remembering myself in the silver crucifixes and imaginary cracks of light underneath a centuries-old door frame. About how I find smudges of my soul on everything I touch, bones, dirt, the paper-thin resolve in my hands. It’s dark, you know.

[poetry]

Absolute Room and The Space

By T. A. R. Wallace

Indoors, faith's crumb turned my without force // as a red need - the language, the // locate plan.

[poetry]

Charlie

By Mary Paulson

Hi Charlie, I // say as I’m // exiting our // neighboring abode.

[article]

Ode to the Flower (April 22, 2022) and 'Morgenlich Leuchtend im Rosigen Schein'

By Francis Fernandes

Trees, asleep in winter, dreaming of sun and blossoms. And why shouldn’t they?