Ginny Threefoot
When my ancestors began the work of me, I was already old. I was only a child, I swam as an eel, I tallied on fingers, measuring everything.
from the journal Under a Warm Green Linden
Alina Stefanescu
I meet the birds on their terrain, the gray of. Chimney swifts smudged, sifted from clouds like feathered cinders, all is blurred or wisps of smoke, an attendance.
Asiya Wadud

the ferries encumber their own weight. they pass each other at close range. the unlikely vessels transmit their cargo. all the bodies carry on.

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