a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
while balanced in the air, hovering over
tunnels, the beam knifes the belly, cutting
drones the size of a backyard shed. And yet
as the dirt gives way, melts with ease
shift and give way at their carving. The water
was coming. The river fragments. Branching, it splits
losing power splinter off. They recall what they were.