November 24, 2019
Tianna G. Hansen
Cover Art by Stuart Buck
Issue 6: Love
"The Best Kind of Crabs"
Carly Madison Taylor
"Intimacy with White Snake"
"Woman as Anchor, Taken for Granted"*
Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon
Photo by Gean Montoya on Unsplash
“Does She Ask Who I Am?”
I know my place
Keep me centered
and I’ll make this
ledge a home
I don’t need half
Just a taste
You will belong
in everything I know
Painted with care
You see yourself
Joining us today to share about her writing and her own editorial business is Raven Eckman, founder of A New Look on Books.
1. Thank you for joining us, Raven. Tell us a little about you and your background, how you got into writing and editing.
In truth I hated reading...
Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash
CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL
When you suggested that we speak to each other
exclusively in verse and prose,
I did not tell you that I only saved poetry
for the things I was scared to say.
I just said I could spend years
Photo by Colton Kresser on Unsplash
I WROTE NOTHING FOR DAYS
Trying to find emptiness
in a tall glass of midnight madness.
My thoughts on the slow, dark time
of your words.
Open up your closed book
eat the crumbs of cake off my hand.
I fed the wrong man
Photo by Sharon Pittaway on Unsplash
I was expected to expose myself.
Instead, I checked the weather forecast –
Leipzig is cold today, a hint of frost
hangs above the park,
each blade of grass tipped white.
Beneath the bridge, that favourite drinking sp...
Clay F. Johnson
Photo by Mark Harpur on Unsplash
Sailing Our Storm
Wait for me, love, in this eternal pilgrimage
Where the voiceless shadows take us by our cold hands—
They consume our spirit like a dark archimage
Until we wash ashore on Asturian sands.
~ Clay F. Johnson
Photo by Humberto Bortolossi on Unsplash
the air feels heavier during the day, and i watch the trees pass by my window (everchanging, a revolving door of green, yellow, red, dead); i could lay my bones to sleep in the moss of the woods behind me, o...
Photo by Conrad Ziebland on Unsplash
I love you, as the ocean loves the moon.
Tireless, natural as the tide,
This endless pursuit.
Our ephemeral twilight closeness.
The briefest kiss before I watch you soar,
Reflecting your distant beauty a thousand times,
Photo by Bryan Minear on Unsplash
My love, we are not the first
To fall asleep together, hands
intertwined, waking up
with a line
We are not a war,
just two people in love.
We are not the first
nor last to know