From Issue 13: Oyate Tamakoce

Bino Realuyo “Land of the people” – Apache The flying now exist – no more for man –    –    Sonnet V, David Humphreys Dear flying now, another morning of air held within, fraught in the Crowd racing through trains, towers, time. Above, below, everywhere really: Air-less, boxed hearts, hive minds. What’s become of…

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