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Three poems trace addiction, exile, loneliness, and memory through surreal images where writing becomes a ritual of survival.

A poet’s funeral becomes a public reckoning with AI, art, pain, and the human need to create meaning before machines consume it.

“I let my turtle out, its eyes the pallid skin Of the moon, its tiny body heaving across Mountains. It reaches the sea, looks up at me, Foam curdling on…

Read the latest issue with authors from around the world.

Three elegiac poems trace abandonment, inheritance, and fragile resilience through myth, memory, and the natural world.

A reflective collection of poems and prose tracing first love, storm-lit highways, winter journeys, and the quiet claiming of self through writing.