February 7, 2018

Art by Collin Beck

A Village of Friendly Shadows

Your coffee cup sits empty—an unwritten manifesto of earthenware

and concavity. There’s so much I still don’t know, can only guess at.

The undiagnosed illness of picture-taking, leading yourself around by

the nylon of a short...

February 7, 2018

Art by Collin Beck

She Tossed Her Head

She tossed her head, and I fell in love—

it was that muscle at the side of her neck, 

her sternocleidomastoid 

like a skein of silk from jaw to collarbone,

gracefully moving just below the surface of her skin 

when she tilted her head, o...

February 5, 2018

Art by Collin Beck

Statue in a Corridor

I spent the day on a chair,

hands tucked like wings

between my legs.

Hair thrumming a wire call

across the looping hallway.

I was folded, 

grounded,

salt frosting the lip of my shoe. 

Waiting for a tongue to lick it clean. 

Amateur Gardener...

February 5, 2018

COLLIN BECK

Collin Beck was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania to a proud family of wolf people. He attended Kutztown University, and he now lives in Bethlehem, PA, where he enjoys watching and reading anime and manga in his free time. He was inspired at a young age to dra...

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