Issue Eleven

Read with us the petroglyphs.

Dip your quill in bubbling pitch and discarded lemon rinds.

Read hither well-lived homeliness: the faith festivals of the further-south.

Pray with the mantis for the end of weeping, the ocean’s witness through sea-glass, the sound of one beloved familiar treading lightly on the grass.

Read here the grace and rage of it, the tart grape for the sweetest wine.

Read on for that which might after all be saved by daylight.