Only Good Soil

By┬áKimi Hardesty I am not monolithic. Plurality resides in my blood and in my bones. The seeds are several in number. One seedling pushes the hardest of all while others wither. She is the seed which grows, pressing, pushing, pulsing, dancing her way through boulders and dirt, rubbing up against cold, hard stone, until one […]

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Imaginary Lover

By Smith Elder By day you know me not, and so I burn. Your sun-wrapped kisses taste me in the night. I love to love, but will I ever learn? The hours pass, and fantasies return My long-repressed desires I must fight By day you know me not, and so I burn, But moon will […]

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