by Hannah Wells
things are turning.
I could say things come around.
I could say thoughts are spokes in some fluid wheel of time but
that is not what I mean when I lie back and watch light
bloom across her face as if the dark
kissed us into distance
a sheaf of papers blown over water.
Hannah Wells is a writer and artist from West Texas. She strives to capture the specificity of visceral moments found in people and nature through a spiritual perspective. Her published works appear in All The Sins Literary Magazine, Boned Literary Magazine, Mojave Heart Review, Genre: Urban Arts, The Bangalore Review and others.