Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48

Becoming Persephone —Mary Ann Honaker

We’d sprayed gold paint into paper bags and huffed the fumes.  Detached from body,   self a phosphorescent bubble ahover in some bright-colored world, somewhere askance   from here.  My boyfriend passed out. Sometimes, when one says love, she means   A sour drink that tastes better than loneliness or the door that leads out … Continue reading