Still in our spring, we shimmer like the viridian fields and flowering blooms, and you whisper in my ear, like a young bird singing his quiet echo of last century’s golden apples. We drink in dreams from bouquets of pink poppies and watch the wild fish in their clear stream reflecting the sun’s rays. We write love letters on sweet blades of grass then try to hold on tight to the light in our hands. We know it will still bleed through our fingers, and bury itself under winter’s white snow.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Natalie Marino is a poet and physician. Her work appears in Barren Magazine, Bitter Oleander, EcoTheo Review, Kissing Dynamite Poetry, Literary Mama, Midway Journal, Moria Online, Oyez Review, and elsewhere. She was named a finalist in Sweet’s 2021 poetry contest. Her micro-chapbook, Attachment Theory, was published by Ghost City Press in June 2021. She lives in California.