The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2018

The Colonizing Instinct Oksana Maksymchuk feels like another planet this terrain, sand and rock soft-limbed trees enclosed with boulders—the abandoned crib of a giant toddler habitable? the heart knocks in Morse code so close to the surface it can sense the sun through the foam laced with blood fall in love with the hill and the well with the orange tree wrapped in fleece fall asleep under a sheet of sand no paradise, but we’re ready to discuss the plan the quality of reception, and if the unused minutes roll over the main points we already know: no man saves, no woman sets free, no child eats up the anguish The Meadow 149