AILANTHUS, Matthew Robb Brown

by Matthew Robb Brown

The leaves tilt into view through a dirty sky light,
when a wind lies by and pushes on them. Through

the sky light they sift the sight of them down into
his studio. A few leaves at the tip of a branch—

Ailanthus—tree of heaven; some dislike its invasiveness.
But here: the old man lifts himself from his chair
           without a word.
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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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