Until Forever Becomes the End

Blow-healed azulean moments...

“Feet weeping a trail like ink from a pen.” (Christine Schneider)

“Naked, and my suicide will be sweet like a lie... empty, it all makes perfect sense to no one at all.” (Andras Farkas)

Young writers have taken up the challenge: to question borders. Crush them. Straddle them. Flaunt them. Inhabit them.

Edited by Joan Barbara Simon.