it might be better not to think of youin this woodland. no trace of tree roots.i mistake velvet stretched over antlersas moss we’d follow together. you go in directionsunwatered, pivoting your unbitten heels on acrumbling compass rose.strange deer approach me in my sleep. i ask if it hurts, to uncover thebone. to find it, still…

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Alyssa Froehling

Alyssa Froehling is a writer from Palatine, Illinois. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Augustana College’s SAGA, Drake University’s Periphery, The Seldom Review, Alien Mouth, Words Dance, and she will soon be published by Z Publishing. Her interests include running in place, pugs, winged eyeliner, dressing like a 36-year-old lumberjack, folk-punk bands, and eating too much fruit.

Tyler Champion

Tyler is an illustrator and designer working in Nashville, TN. He graduated from the Joe Kubert School of Cartoon and Graphic art in 2010. He has worked on an array of projects including gig posters, concept art for video games, comics, shirt designs, and advertisements.

First Featured In: No. 10, spring 2018

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