“sticky, syrupy, soul, drink of the porous presence whose spirit is the nectar that shapes the hands that sew the seeds into the ground, stitching them into the soil, so honeyed lemon petals expand and unroll, spin and unfold forever. velvet planet dusted in gold, shake your soldiers loose and let them fall away into the bruised and empty sky to save the innocent fools still standing in the clay.”

(NECTAR by Brijit Reed)