Issue #1 Blue Winter (Aug 2025)
        
             
        
    
POEM: Five Poems by Sanjeev Sethi
We let no flügelhorn animate the atmosphere.  
Our presence drew the stelliferous to a party  
of two. In the reign of rhythms, we repeatedly  
heard our song; meaningful to us but mute to  
the others. That is how strains are or should be.