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Moon runs through town and village, day and night to deliver letters to their intended recipients.
He is but an empty shell, an envelope sealed off with resin locks without an actual letter in them. or where, Moon wonders if someone is to write to him, what might they say? Will they know him enough to have questions? Does he know himself enough to answer them? Glossary of Korean words: Jipsin traditional straw sandals Woomul shallow wells She was blindfolded
But that wasn’t enough So they stifled her voice too In case she should scream for help When they turned her into Nothing more than a statue. Her scales lay rusting in a corner Until one day a child who had lost Snow pauses in its flight
and 50,000 ropes dig into my neck. Torture is cut and buried in my body. They make prey of me. Severed trees groan under the weight of their own smoke; the burden of my dark bones. They make fuel of me. The air is pregnant with death, my dear, but I will begin again-- this time a witch. Alorah Welti (she/her) is a Minnesota-born feminist, synesthete, poet, and artist. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, lavender bones, Rejection Letters, Lit. 202, and elsewhere. She is one of the poetry editors for The Cloudscent Journal and is a recipient of the Daniel Manacher Prize for Young Artists. She lives on stolen Mohican and Wabanaki land, just north of North Adams, Massachusetts, with her family. You can find her on Twitter at @alorahsky. Little Icarus, fly on
your small sparrow wings away from the nest that was once all you knew. Weave through the labyrinth of twigs and leaves and soar on a breeze that takes you higher than these treetops holding you captive. You told me to meet you here;
9:00 in December. Impenetrable sky. I saw you shaking in the cold, and we were only strangers then, both atop a little hill that I first thought a mountain. I remember the jeering wind, jacketless to keep it from you. It wasn’t long before the fireflies, and this was the best spot to watch, you said. They would erupt, like fog washing across the land, |