No returning now your organs areso much confetti, skin splinteringmeteoric. Maybe you should’vetaken precautions, not gone so transparent.Sometimes, you dream of dying without warning.Sometimes you are a savagery of fireflies.At times you remember the pavement’s tug,all those small stars digging beneath dermis,you, falling from the curb, rush hour whizzing bylike so many photons. Observing gravityyou…
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Ronda Broatch
Poet and photographer Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015). Ronda was a finalist for the Four Way Books Prize, and her poems have been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize. Her journal publications include Blackbird, Prairie Schooner, Sycamore Review, Mid-American Review, Puerto del Sol, and Public Radio KUOW’s All Things Considered, among others.
Hailey Brown
Hailey Brown is a freelance illustrator born and raised in mid-Michigan. With a Bachelor’s of Science in Zoology, she spent years formerly working as a field biologist. Moving across country to the East Coast, she also moved from science to art and graduated the Joe Kubert School of Cartoon and Graphic Art. Hailey works as a freelance colorist and illustrator for a wide assortment of clientele including comic anthologies, fantasy authors, and Dynamite Entertainment.
