Poem: shannon felt

Poem: shannon felt

distance


imagine my words
in the shape of an envelope.
a country drenched in hillsides

that only exist through the window
of a speeding train.
in a color: the time of night
when the squalor of city becomes
the ricochet of pleasant sounds.
in a word: potential.
falling asleep in the middle
of highways and dreaming
that it is attainable.
 
everything we know tells us
to push into the spannable distance.
we have to feed ourselves
with what we find
until we find ourselves in the on and on.
breaking down barriers.
the carrion cry of recreation.

Essay: emma friary

Essay: emma friary

Short personal story: mary ann oxendale

Short personal story: mary ann oxendale

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