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

Ms. Violet

By Danae Younge We ran through the dark, the bottoms of our shoes sinking into the sand with every step. Terry was too excited to allow that to slow her down, though, she raced towards the moving beam of light which rotated steadily from the lighthouse like a planet on orbit, illuminating little slivers of … Continue reading Ms. Violet