Issue 7
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A. Stevenson, In Celebration of Spilled Milk
Ana Stevenson In Celebration of Spilled Milk There’s a troche in my bones, an over eagerheartbeat pulsing through themarrow, pushing out a current fierce inside myarteries, syllabic word-pool. Milkweed broth spills Monarchchildren. Words like these aremedicine to girls like me who spoon-sip prairie phrases, hungry for a spoken garden. Edenis in Hallelujah. Ana Stevenson is…