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Rune 41 (Spring 2020) is now available
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Rune 40 Gallery
we built a home here
warm and aromatic
reeking of stability
Deep in a concrete jungle,
their young spines,
in parallel,
rest upon each other.
"Ready or not here I come"
She tip toes along, muffling her giggles
She turns the corner with anticipation--
Previous issues
See the sister
In the great aunt
I last saw
A decade ago
And dips her chicken wings
in the orange sauces
And dares to claim her youth.
if I am to be
but a number
I would like at least be
a number that counts
There is a silk ribbon
Tied to my sleeve
That despite the safety of fiction,
We dare to imagine pulling the lifeline
I could smell the Grey Goose and deceit
when you first said you loved me so true