By Matt Salyer
I moor my fists to the fixed
continents. Bone unspools
its musculature to the crush
of atmosphere and the continents
remain immobile—now what
jut: my head emergent in original night,
its thatched hair ablaze with constellations.
Night owls gaze and shutter the sleeping sand
where my nose is the prow of a black ship.
SHANNON FOX
Shannon is a multi-genre writer of stories spanning past, present, and future. Her work has appeared in DreamForge Anvil, Air & Nothingness Press, and Third Flatiron, among others. She has a B.A. in Literature-Writing from UC-San Diego. When not writing, she spends her time dancing with horses which she’s found is significantly easier to do with four feet instead of two. She lives in San Diego, CA, with her husband and three cats – one of whom may or may not be a demon in disguise.
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