Listen to the surf. I could lie here, lie here with you forever.

STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Do you think we could do things together always? I mean, like we could be these archaeologists sifting the sand for the remains of ancient civilisations, and together all the time, sharing everything.

 I aim to word a new world. 

POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I invent the last thing

that ever happens.

I scratch in your sound with a stylus of distant horns and angry doors.