We are looking for short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, visual art, and photography that explore all the dirty things we’re told to scrub away… and what happens when they stick around.…
can we chronicle the sky?
cornflower with milk white
apostrophe stars strung in its
abundance. a neighbour at my
door knocking,...
at least it’s this time today;
velveteen sunrise, up with
the swifts, their gossip.
the problem with having a
body is you have...
so much green you want to drink
it, roll in it, tail wagging, drunk as a dog.
in the grey pond fish
surface...
