Issue 1 (May 2022)
Spirit, Hold
By A.J. Cunder
A ghost once haunted my canvas. On a winter solstice, as the dying sun snuck through the crumbling window of the art gallery, a white silhouette appeared in my frame, translucent as though his artist had forgotten to finish his body. Perhaps he was a remnant, a memory lingering in the oils. He faced me, my arm frozen half through his chest, features inscrutable amid warm shades of amber and gold, cerulean sky folded down to embrace us...
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