Issue #54


Cut-Out Poem #1

Cut-Out Poem #1

Cut-Out Poem #1 Transcription

Linnea Boice

Like a dream

if no one stopped me, I could talk forever about

the scent of sun-warmed jasmin/ aromatic yellow citrus

daises and roses, building rainbows in the earth. 

There she was a little girl, loved.

mockingbird, DAWN

barely filtered rays of sun

a stone heaped with flowers

Beneath a robin’s-egg sky

Sun Rose

Circle of Breath

Circle of Breath