Forgetful
I’m flying on a bike,
Spinning and spinning and spinning
With the wind in my hair—
“Wait, where’s my helmet?”
Alan Johnston
Forgetful
I’m flying on a bike,
Spinning and spinning and spinning
With the wind in my hair—
“Wait, where’s my helmet?”
Alan Johnston
Little Missive Sent to Sea in a Sealed Bottle
Right now
you are taking part
in a strange coincidence.
Don’t resist.
Jane Røken
Three AM Rebirth
We look to the floor
The feeling we get
The rattle of the space
Through our spines
Wyatt Croxton
homesick
frost-painted cobwebs
hang like silken drapes
against the bare window—
the bailiffs have been
Tracy Davidson