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Issue 9
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the monarch is fluttering
the heron is gliding the water is rippling life is but an inhale i did not realize i was holding hardship will resume tomorrow time will spread me like a jam again i cannot predict the tears that may arrive the test results – the killings – the outcomes – if my heart will ache – or break – or bend – so for today i will look for the monarch on its flutter the heron on its glide the ripples on the water and breathe out through my nose. |
RIEL FUQUA won 1st Place of the Poetry Writing Contest. They are a creative artist of many trades, each of them centering around the communicative art of storytelling. Much of Riel’s work focuses on the mosaic of experiences they have had as a Black, queer person residing in the deep south, including navigating interpersonal relationships, sentiments both big and small, childhood memories, the nostalgia for a reality before COVID-19, and the zest of Black, non-binary joy.
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