October 2024

Poem

By C. Dale Young

The angle of the sun does not confuse them—

once the bees find the rosemary, they cannot

forget it is there. They return to it out of instinct.

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Poem

By Rosabetty Muñoz

Here we converge toward the only star.

Let’s fall in, love of mine,

let’s drop our oars

down to where night doesn’t exist...

Poem

By Alafia Nicole Sessions

When the blood turned pink I should’ve known,

should’ve set my quiver for meat, downed

the dandelion greens. Instead I climbed into

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