by Svetlana Sterlin
autographed, antiquated town bustling, possessive pride pretensions sprawling protectively over no great art. garments of the past wrapped in youth haloed by the fringe of being monotonous. any attempt at ornamentation is frequently coupled with a cherub’s head. girls most of whom had a rather alien appearance were shouting defiance at their traditional enemies. life and occupation the vigour of youthful lungs glad goggle eyes. sleepers lie dreamlessly forever crooned to by the glamor of traffic. i can’t describe how i felt the teeniest drop to the naked eye i would go down to my grave unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.* *This is a found poem. Words from Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne of the Island. After years of relocation, Svetlana Sterlin was raised by her Russian parents in Brisbane, Australia, where she completed a BFA and contributes to Our Culture Magazine and ScreenRant. Her work appears in several publications, including Entropy Magazine, Santa Fe Writers Project, and AndAlso Books’ 2018 anthology, ‘Within/Without These Walls’.
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