No hand to hold, in that sterile room. No tender kiss, when I succumb too soon. No requiem mass, or …
Cocoon. A poem by Christina Hession
When I emerge from this cocoon, I will wave off kummerspeck at the departure gate for Cologne. I will paint …
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee