Issue 155

Winter & Spring 2019

Image from New Arctic

Poetry Alysse McCanna Poetry Alysse McCanna

A Practice of Gestures

When I was thirteen, the girl next door read my palm, taught me to cast spells;
she saw faces in things, futures in tea cups, kissed me as she cast the spell.


The first boy I loved was all lanky hands and cauliflower ears, talisman of tin.
Behind the school, skyclad, studying the speed of clouds, we kissed on the hill.

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