Author: Will Cordeiro


Issue 9 | Winter 2022 |

    The cowslips dipped and daffodils spilt fat bees tippled out their buds. When I was younger, laughing still, some rumble of a summer’s rumor spat seed-stuff like a tremored flood where honey-gold of clover scattered. Returning to this meadow older, all swimming matter holds its trinkets; rankled odor of a burning pasture I’ve …