Cling by Erin Vance
A pale flag that emerges from the soil, hovers stifled with dirt, and cries, it’s sweet whiskey snap and you, the ligaments of a chorus, dry, split.
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Writing by Erin Vance published in Dual Coast Magazine. 3 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Constant by Erin Vance
the acne scars on your back are dark braille, three-dimensional tattoos without images your body is a soaking book. you are coffee beans and low blood pressure and the craters dug from…
PoetryCharlotte by Erin Vance
Charlotte a china girl sleeps in a matchbox bed; frozen her tender bones tumbled smooth by flesh-round stumps