Hopeful
hopefully, seeing as we've seen this before, ice floating in iced tea, stray whiskers from a stray tiger, another word in a line of words
breathing to the end of each breath where there's always a void to avoid, saying goodbye to the good & gone, then hello love, inhaling your hello
I claim I can climb and exclaim to you all,"I am what I was," but alive in the living familiar I'm remembering not to remember
Bobby Coleman
contents of issue 12
Mask
M. Carmen Lane
Bobby Coleman Biography
bio to follow soon
