Close: Hannah Jane Weber
“a plastic wind bonnet secures her hair
she wears lightweight gloves
and a long trench coat
that flutters against scrunched pantyhose
her husband walks slowly behind her
one mottled hand carefully shadowing her left elbow”
Onion: Serena Eve Richardson
I shed layers, peel the tough
and the tender, all through the bulb
that makes up the meat of me
"Nectar" by Mercedes Webb-Pullman (guest poet)
Q&A: Michelle GD (guest poet & photographer)
soul sparks :: bits of inspiration to spark your phoenix soul