Showing all posts in Category: Issue 7: Soon/Come
Soon/Come The dreams. The steps. The paths. The journeys. The work. Let them all come. And soon.
Letters To Chloe You got your skyline. I remained a flightless bird.
The Ripe Time For Pity Parties It is wedding season.
Her, Mishal Past, present, and future—all is undetermined.
The Muted Bride When a girl dreams, the spouse appears.
Windhoek The sun gets down on hands and knees, peers at how unremarkably the year is spent.
Vara I wished her words meant nothing to me, that I could lay in my daughter’s tiny bed, in guiltless grief.
