The new Thirteen
Myna Birds is up, offering new poetic pieces from Donavon Davidson, Cher Bibler,
Emily Strauss, and featuring six poems by Amber Bromer with her bagpipe stomach and rainbow
colored firecracker blood.
Fingers are
fluttering spiders - through a knothole - muck and seaweed - shimmering beneath the surface - severed hands that left a small offering - box
where the flaps don’t quite come together - a howling wind - flesh or the stone inside?
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