Tag: Renwick Berchild
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Issue II: Renwick Berchild
Below is an excerpt from a poem by Renwick Berchild in Issue II: hermes (the kaleidoscope) Tornadoes by Renwick Berchild Not to die—be dead—but to be hot. Charged like a battery, maybe I could blow past my limits, slink my cooking mind around the conscious root and know optimal form, lick a god’s thumb, worth…