Vol. 1, Issue 1
“Of a new moment: This is my body and spirit,
Broken but never tamed, risen from the bloody sod,
Walking suddenly alive in a new morning.”
“The Sod of Battlefields,” Donald Davidson
Moonlight Inheritance | Fiction
The figurehead’s eyes were dead, empty of her magical soul like her sea-sisters in the graves that the ship sailed upon. The privateer ship had no regard for their sanctity. It continued, cutting through the blue of the seas with a sinner’s vigor. The ship was a...
Blackout Poetix | Visual Art
I discovered “blackout poetry” by accident when I was sifting through quirky ideas on Pinterest. Using the pages from books, one simply forms a meaningful sentence or cluster of words by highlighting those words and blacking out the rest in pen or marker. It is a form...Follow Us
