38. [ ]positionless

and what did you mean, a
lone loss? Holy authority,
our humility, the rose. 
Blossomed, pinnacle
unpetalment, fragments 
flung and spun. Thermals
drafting fragrance skyward, 
an anvil. Go the direction
called wind.


Martha Ryan is a writer and teacher who received an MFA in 2023 from the University of Washington, Seattle. Her creative work has been published in Foglifter, Fugue, pioneertown, TELEPHONE, Adroit Journal, and Channel Magazine. She has received prizes and fellowships from Fulbright (2017), Nelson Bentley MFA Award (2021), Centrum (2023), and Lighthouse (2024). She lives in California, USA.

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37. Two Small Lives by the Window