Benjamin Patterson – Blooms
Blooms Twelve yellowed lilies rising from the irises now departed twelve forms the circle. Five is a star: points weaving lightness of sound, the yellow brass together as five flies circling, crushed one between my finger and palm. Am I a good man, a spot of dark blood on the skin? Walking on pavement turned […]
Zachary Kluckman – Moonlit Effigies
Moonlit Effigies Once we weighed all the scarecrows from our father’s fields. I don’t remember what we were trying to prove, but we counted ourselves lucky. To know the full sky without a fear for the heaviness of our bodies. To run. Legs stretching like the dying light of day. Fish still in the ponds. […]
