After the Sandstorm and Other Poems

By Danae Younge After a Sandstorm Your peck extracts remaining wind from a cooled forehead. The ruins pile up before us, meld like a glaring flame pinched on the horizontal landscape, a solute to the wallpaper. Yet the overlapping eye of our circular universes squints further with mine as I look at you, as we … Continue reading After the Sandstorm and Other Poems