cycles
stories have their cycles
like phases of the moon
or signs of the zodiac.
history is doomed
to repeat
and repeat
and repeat
and repeat
itself
until it shifts.
a new cycle
begins.
headless
heads of state
cry wolf on top
of melted ice cap
ice floats
with no food to eat
no subjects to govern.
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maybe there’s a cycle you’re feeling in your own life.
In your own art, or in the world around you.
maybe you’re inspired to go in a different direction entirely.
submit your poems, essays, personal narratives, (relatively) short stories, audio or otherwise artful dissonance for our consideration.
issue seven drops mid-august at our live event
8/14/19 at the highland ballroom.
