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I'll Fly Away
by Caroline Shaw    { }

Undertow
by Steve Klepetar
Sea drags us out across

roped lanes

a pull and a breath
(invisible sky empty and

silent...

{Con't.}

Nimbus
by Berndnaut Smilde
Nimbus by Berndnaut Smilde

Naming
by Elvis Alves
Go build castles where they do not belong. Take from the poor and give to the rich. Let the sun shine its face on all that is not bright— on all that is wrong with the world we call home...
{Con't.}

Dreams of Heaven
by Willow Jane Sainsbury
Dreams of Heaven, by Willow Jane Sainsbury
Magic Act for Peace
by Kristin Maffei
Here, none of the animals thirst.

The roads are dust and all is gold.


Elephants pause along the road

and there are no whips, only top hats.


The blue man lays down with the sword swallower...

{Con't.}

Holiness
by Brigitte NaHoN
Holiness by Brigitte NaHoN

Recipes:
Arcadian Delights
by Ashley Suzan Beck
and Eric Wines

String Ensemble Wallpaper
by Stefan Hengst
At dawn, get to your fields, and one day they'll be full. - Hesiod
Drawings by Katie Shima

Baez Body
by Lindsay Gilmour
Baez Body, by Lindsay Gilmour

meteors. This girl shit is new for me; pretty much before the last year it was just me and plants (I like plants) and animals (ditto) and hiking and camping and being all-round hermity, as I find it outright unnatural being prodded and read and being expected to respond when amongst other humans...
{Con't. +  }

the owls..."

Normally I could get out of this with a cool, low, constant breathing out, just as soft, like some diversion, some disclaimer. But I'm sort of fucked as I just told her about these owls last night when we were up on my parents' roof waiting for

To Repel Ghosts
by Jodi Page Corley
Owls.— She wanted me to show her where the owls lived. We'd already hiked three miles straight up a hill and my calves are on fire and cramped up in knotted burning; now she brings this owl thing up as we sit at the top of the bluff overlooking the valley below and I'm still catching my breath. We have a great view of the sun going down—it's real salmon pink blending to day-glo orange to cream all washed out meeting the horizon line. And I'm that bliss tired that makes you feel Zen empty, and she breaks it by asking right then, all soft like she knows she has to sneak it in: "I want you to show me

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