Issue Nine contents:
This ninth issue tastes of tart cherry, snuffled truffles, soft mosses and faux fur. Let these poems submerge your tired shell into the silvery flows of braided riverbeds. The water isn’t poisoned, just dirty. The past is another planet, the future a dress of cuttlefish dreams. Accept the extinction event into your slowing body. Take a bread knife to the peace lily. Book some sick leave to rest in the blue hour of a warming ocean. Don’t let your tongue be taken by the algorithm. Let lightning lick across your limbs at the climax of the storm.