Cupid & Psyche Blues In older days, people believed lovers cried a lot & so their eyes got bluer and bluer, (once forest, now, sea, & sooner or later, sky). And then one day, there’s no more water, which makes no difference, what’s broken keeps breaking. We are all here to say that in the complicated house where Eros dwells, not even the Soul could get through three nights without cheating … Love’s door keeps reappearing farther and farther down the hall, this is a fact, and it’s cold, and, we keep remembering there’s no more water, no more water. Maybe doors are unimportant when our lock lasts forever. Yet we know what we know: one gaze in another, hours of trapped lapis abandoned to azure, and flat-on-your-back -picnic-aftermath blue.
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
Megan Hurtado Bloom is a writer, editor, mother, and amateur medium from San Francisco. She writes about what happens to women. Her work has recently appeared in SunSpot Lit, ZYZZYVA, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Split Lip Magazine, and others. She holds an MFA in creative writing from St Mary’s College of California.