After Trees
The season is called evening.
Out of belief comes men
and then the sea and then the air
and then the upper part ignites
and a child comes screaming rosy fluids
and then the mother sleeps and what is change . . .
Brick, a literary journal
Brick
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Canada
I would like to be a writer who, if I cannot convey things in themselves, captures the air as it touches the world. — Kyo Maclear