Poetry – Issue 31Anthropocene Lisa Williams We gave each thing its morning dew and went our little blade. We put our feet on sand and glided ligaments and grains as eyes so small to us knew only stains that we brought down, some haze of malformation dulling from our wake of tons.Please log in or subscribe to continue reading. Explore Related Work: Poetry – Issue 21Desideratum Adam Tavel In dew my mother hunched to weed the rows, a red bandanna damp across her brow. Her flip-flops wore their… Poetry – Issue 14Eve and the Extinct Things Janet McNallyEve and the Extinct Things Somehow she finds herself back in the garden, waking at sunset in a patch of… Poetry – Issue 3hark Abraham Smith this evening the dew is shameful this bruised eyelid evening the street lamps warm flicker nonplussed plus two…