It is no punishment. They are mistaken –
How could you possibly love her? You don’t even know her favorite book.
The heavy white wing whisked away into smoke, into nothing.
The library always smells like this:
an ancient stew of vinegar and wood.
It’s autumn again,
and I can do anything.
At midnight on her ninth birthday, Alison Marie was crowned Queen of the Nightlands; she decreed that flowers should glow in the dark and that bats should dine with her at supper.
Want to explore Verse Kraken but not sure where to start? Here is a hyperlink poem Claire made out of lines from our contributors’ pieces, enjoy:
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Hope you’re excited about our first issue… If you want front row seats, book tickets to our launch event now! Here are the wonderful artists and the titles of their works (under the header of the spur that inspired them) that make up this first issue. There’s something for everyone: concrete…
The Bathing Pool
Hubert Robert (1733-1808)