A Southern literature & arts magazine bent on brain pain & reexamining what it means to scavenge for agency in liminal states of illness. Poetry Mary B Sellers 1/17/25 Poetry Mary B Sellers 1/17/25 Acrylic on Canvas If I’m precocious, it’s because I love /to flirt with my own interment. Read More Newer Posts Older Posts Submit
Poetry Mary B Sellers 1/17/25 Poetry Mary B Sellers 1/17/25 Acrylic on Canvas If I’m precocious, it’s because I love /to flirt with my own interment. Read More
