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wintertangerinereview:

There are three weeks left in our IndieGoGo campaign— in order for Winter Tangerine to continue printing outstanding work, we need your support!

We have wonderful perks available for donors, including copies of WTR and gracious handwritten letters from our editors. For the price of two cups of coffee, you can receive a PDF of WTR’s first volume! Help us continue to let Winter Tangerine be something that amplifies unique artistic voices— support Winter Tangerine, and support the current and next generations of art and writing. We cannot express our gratitude for your help!

Donate today!

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(via wildflowerveins)

We went stargazing way out in the country and it was so beautiful all of it

stonewashed blue jeans the rips no
longer come with scraped knees
red ruin red run red ruin run
then fall

closed eyes and face turned toward the sun
see red see red ruin see red run
thick river streaked with blind white
father told me god is [was] phosphene
before there was a name for it
god is [was] phosphene

red ruin behind the skull
now fall now fall

this is not. this is not what it should be, what it is.
rancorous simper and smirk. this is not this was never
a game. stop playing stop playing [stop] people

this is not. this is not a clean break, it was never
clean or clear. skull cracked and staring headlong skyward
visionless—return to sight, red-blue sky then metal boot over

face before hand around throat. swift rock [fist[ to the teeth
the sparrow stopped singing when it spit blood
from its mouth, choking on heat and copper.

do you not remember?

today I:
+ took a very pretty girl on a picnic lunch
+ buried a dead rabbit

a dead rabbit dead rabbit is dead
cleaned from the gutter, cover-
ed with mud

muddy ground, standing water stilled
by absence of wind a dead rabbit dead
cannot seek high ground for burial

washed away is not a cleansing
it is a banishment
from a point on the earth

a dead rabbit dead rabbit is dead
rotting, I cannot bury rotting
death is hard and the ground is
too soft to swallow a corpse today

body compels bone through a dialogue of dirt and decreation
ash tapped and tongue running over teeth, she waits for the new gods
she waits for the new gods who are not dead or unseen
three miles in any cardinal direction, pine forest burning
the air slathered in smoke and tree-sap and sin
life is snuffed out with the fire, and the once-living emerge as no-
longer-dead
the fire is gone but the difference is spreading.