Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

Image from The Seafarer

Poetry Abi Pollokoff Poetry Abi Pollokoff

this our impossible savorings:

when the world spins into itself its tautness is more unruly than the axis it’s made of. more
unruly than its impossible invisible spindle. spin spin spin into something to salivate for.
something to devour. its galactic need, the ego of it. see the world turned into its

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