“There is always already a war going on

all our dead

all our little deaths

A lead heart exposed

as a chaff of grain packed in flesh...” 

        Valyntina Grenier

“...I went on huffing salt as if trying to wake from a dream, 

                staring over the sapphire expanse of the Atlantic, 

wondering how such darkness could mirror the stars... ” 

        Corbin Wamble

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