Emily, my darling, you were very wrong. Hope is not the thing with feathers. And- no, righteous, arrogant men who "know better" than me-...

When heaven and earth are melded into one, a bodacious break way would have begun. A perilous way would come down again, all that we've...

Wood holds weight people never could. Hands pressing down on the lumber the way my body should. Would it grow back into the tree it was...

It feels so weird to say this, But there lies a light beyond the abyss. The clouds of darkness you face Wil soon vanish without a trace....

Painting my body red, white and blue Peruvian lilies bloom on my arms. I believed in god from inside the zoo, eyes twisting, legs...

after the weight of ISSUE 02: OBLIVION , we turn softly toward the light: hope. gentle, stubborn, childlike hope. the kind that whispers...