Besom

Photography by Courtney Brooke Twenty eight broomcorn bunches in the center, seventeen on the outside, jagged bristles bound, many years ago I would have just swept up Cheerios and glitter, dirt; brooms were for cleaning. Now Besom, you’re bound for riding. Somewhen, I will cut the...
(for Jared) The city: metal skins cloaking thin, high stairs that step slyly to the side and flower into balconies or turn and twist into spires, piercing the sky to sip a heady blend of cloud and starlight. The river: lapping stair-roots trailing from...

Girl With Cloven Feet

Article taken from Issue #36 || Autumn 2016 Print || Digital A hunger for green things| starts in the toes, lingers at the hedges on deersoft steps. She waits for nightcover to track past clover and henbit, to garden lettuces and parsley and strips them down to topsoil. The hunger for...