Posted inLit Issue 2018

new witchs familiar

itā€™s a honey moon tonight, they say: when lovers learn to take leave. (a rose moon or strawberryā€” sweet, wet, full. earthā€™s blood mirrored there in her gleaming) last night there were six gunshots outside our bar & tonight they donā€™t know if we hear fire works or loud play that will kill our children. […]