issue 34

Intersections of grief, by Diana Dima

I in my language moartea e marea                  death is the seaand the sea is mare, vastness                         that will swallow us all in my language moartea e mareea                death is the tidea shifting of matter                                        that must always return in my language Maria, marea mea                she, named like the seais returned to the …

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the golden armor of science

The formatting of this poem will not display correctly on mobile platforms. For best results, view on a larger tablet or desktop monitor. I. Skeleton Well, the Curse fell down like a Swordthe feet fell down with a thunder-SoundIt was a technique, a Stylea Crying Out against what happened therean insistence of living against.                         …

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