I met a devil
at the crossroads.
We struck no bargain
but walked, arm
in arm, westward,
for slow miles as
starlings flocked. It
steadied me,
and little by little
into that warmth
I spilled my soul.That was some time
ago, and now when
I try to remember
how I got away
the story blurs. Maybe
this is the dream,
and I will wake
with my hand still
lightly riding
on the rough comfort
of that wool coat.
This Issue
November 6, 2025
Jed Perl
Impassioned Ferocity
Ben Lerner
Cardiography
Clare Bucknell
A Brief Literary Emancipation
This Issue
November 6, 2025
Jed Perl
Impassioned Ferocity
Ben Lerner
Cardiography
Clare Bucknell
A Brief Literary Emancipation
