Poetry – Issue 16Adansonia digitata (Baobab) Sandra Meek Weightless as the heart that shelving dried to a fraction, your fruit’s chalky remains fanned with copper threads, frayed desiccated veins pondered through decades of Elephant Hall glass to a glazed tissue of dust. . . .Please log in or subscribe to continue reading. Explore Related Work: Poetry – Issue 27•Cold Comfort to Doom Sandra Meek No crops to sow. No shocks. No cobs, no corn’s down floss. No cock’s crow. No stormsto grow. No cool to morn. No blood to spot; no flocks of cotton bolls to lop. No flocks. . . Poetry – Issue 25•Petronia petronia jyekundensis / Rock Sparrow / Steinsperling [collected September 4 1935] Jan Verberkmoes if it was a hunt i wouldn’t have known he blocked light from my body with a new name stoneshot… Poetry – Issue 17Concerns, After Flipping Through the Dictionary Dexter L. BoothW is for wamble: a turning of the stomach,⤨ my face green as sea foam when I am sick⤨ with…