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Much Love and Ink—



photo by Anca Luchit


I was lost and looking for my keys, for answers, for songs that tell me everything’s going to be all right. Hum a few bars and glide through the dark, past the exposed roots, all that anchored you to me: egg, skillet, stone. I still lock myself in the bathroom to cry. It would be different if you had died.

by Victoria Melekian


photo by David Cohen


a vast chasm
of broken pieces

by Norman Wm. Muise



photo by Christopher Johnson


bring back routine
nets of safety

unlike Sylvia
I’d turn on ovens
on Sundays

to exhaust
fumes of emotion
end less hunger

by Toti O’Brien


About the Author Grace Black

Grace Black mingles with words as she navigates this realm.