Poem: shannon felt

Poem: shannon felt

unearthed

Found, the better part of a solid body

protruding from the ruddy ground

and brought flush already with

the wilderness of a hot afternoon.

How the light is a barren beast

that feasts on all,

tearing its receivers to white, to bone

with shafted teeth and as such

rendering in them a glare of harshness;

a flash of lust,

and, glancing, turning them to the round

and playful offspring of the animal

who may grow to be as much.

Thus exhumed, our urge asks only

that it be consumed.

Personal essay: wendy stein

Personal essay: wendy stein

Photography: lauren harrington

Photography: lauren harrington

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