Astrogator's Logs

New Words, New Worlds
Artist, Heather Oliver             


by Athena Andreadis

gandhara.jpg Scoured by wind, she crouches,
all eyes, dark hollows, throat pulse.

He rises from the bed of shards,
skinned knees, flayed heart.

After such thirst, they’ll drink
from a mirage — or from a poisoned well.

Comments are closed.