We’re always grateful when gorgeous, deep, necessary work comes our way, or when a fascinating person chooses to spend time talking with us. And this journal is our opportunity to share that work, and those conversations, with readers who get it, people who need it. 235 more words
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The chimney’s tumbled down, old doors
pout from hinges, rotting floors
grumble slightly as we’re walking.
Do you hear Miss Lizzie talking?
Steps have crumbled, that’s not all, 71 more words
A tear streaming from my eye,
Running through a field seeking refuge,
A road lined with bullet shells instead of pebbles,
An empty wheelbarrow stained red, 26 more words