an 8x10 print of the inside cover poem from issue 16, written by Megan Crawford

if I could gather up the stars,
I would—
one by one,
a posy spilling between fingers.

I would ask for their thousands of stories,
what they’ve seen that I haven’t,
what they know that I don’t.

speak my secrets back into the dusk,
breath curling on the air,
giving words back to the stars.

if I could gather them up,
I couldn’t keep them.
instead I’m anchored here,
bound to the soil,
awaiting their reply.

spill, ©Megan Crawford 2022

• 8”x10”
• enhanced matte paper
• paper weight: 189gsm
• giclée printing quality

ships direct from the printer in a kraft stayflat envelope