by Millicent Borges Accardi Shade of the color, the patternof clean fields,edible and charming, and, ina way, happy. You see, the callownest of life is its newness and hope,along with the promise of yetwhat is meant to stay. Green is the lackof winter, the end actuallyof a short story. Green ispleasantly alluring and easygoing.There is kelly and torch song andmoss, Read More
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Poem in which everything turns into plants and fungi
by Alex Page It starts with moss breaking through potholes, cress settling on cracks in walls. You go to bed and wake up on a giant mushroom. Your car is still metal, so you go to your barista job, discovering the coffee beans have sprouted into a jungle, pollen billowing in air painted the pastel yellow of summer dresses. Someone Read More