issue 30

We search for meaning in the skies, in the stones, and within the elements of our bodies. We gaze as far as light can travel and break ourselves down to the tiniest particle. Despite these efforts, we remain a mystery. It is somewhere between the stars and death that we create our meaning, our purpose, and our magic. Poetry serves as proof of Spirit. Poets create a string of words entangled like DNA helices to bring our soul matter to life.
Contributors:
Judith Serin
Sarah-Jane Crowson
Alexander Etheridge
Carella
Marie V. Recalde
Nathan D. Metz
Richard Magahiz
Emily Rankin
Bobby Parrott
Mary Elizabeth Birnbaum
Faylita Hicks
Jane Berg
Kristopher Bierna