Sometimes … and please don’t take this to be as overdramatic is at may sound … it’s easy to wonder why you do this sort of thing. Why publish an online literary journal? Why write poetry and fiction at all? … Continue reading→
Without Sun
By Albert Thomas
Today is Georgia, and we are on the outs.
Between it all, we are not dripping. We are
washing against fence posts white and
the mortar chips we carry across Limits.
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