Too empty with nostalgia
Mossy bottle bereft
of her Genie, too busy too light
Nay though, my mind:
My soul could fill with sapience
My mind fearful to repose
If only to surrender.
A journal of poetry, short fiction, visual art and experimental media.
God even understands cats!
We the People Shall Rise
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
A Poetry Zine
literary journal of the jack kerouac school at naropa university
collective of indie-published writers & readers who want to discover them