Issue 21 | Winter 2019 Pantoum for Fall By Autumn Konopka | Poetry Mine is the work of dying: / umber, curl, release. / When I come to call, / things fly away, fall away. // Umber, curl, release / into stillness, though nothing is still.
Issue 21 | Winter 2019 Ode to Summer Days and Trite Advice By Autumn Konopka | Poetry I await / to yearn for these barefooted afternoons
