Kindled Like Bluestem we kindled like bluestem, like indigo our rhizomes firm in deepest loam mammoth tusks couldn’t unroot us we fed enamored, all athirst for lightning our true-ish selves gathered one another shapeshifter gene electric and polyploid bergamot and vervain—what are stars to aster? our goldenrod hearts loose to the wind rain we had, and storm, but lingered for flame breaking down the bend of former selves our true-ish shapes fed to deepest loam we kindled like bluestem, like indigo
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
Rick Hollon (they/them or fey/fem) is a nonbinary, genderfluid author from the American Midwest. Feir poems have appeared in perhappened, Kaleidotrope, Whale Road Review, Delicate Friend, and of course miniskirt magazine. Their debut chapbook, Time Travel Is Easy, is forthcoming later in 2023.
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