ALLISON, Robert Beveridge

Allison
by Robert Beveridge

the scratch of pastel
over the rough page.
shapes that form
and fall away, become new shapes.
the fire that drives your hand
across the paper.

mountains ask you for a kiss
smile as they erode.
ice melts under your eyes.
scriptures live in your blood
never to be released
course through your body
five times per minute driven
by muscle, by will
that subverts law
yet is outside it.

the smoke of ages breathed
into your lungs. such visions.
exhale new civilizations
groves of flowers
that cry for only you.
it is not finished—nothing
ever is—but the change slows
comes to rest.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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