The Saint Louis Projects is accepting submissions for a brand new project: A collection of prose, poetry and artwork about St. Louis by St. Louisans.




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New! The Bush Years by Michael Castro.




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Sean Arnold
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Selected Work

There is a smell on the wind, a musk . . .

Anna
Ross

You can't go home again.


There is a smell on the wind,
a musk of fur and soil,
and I fill my lungs with it,
rolling the
fecund air into the
dream of you,
little bird.


I watch,
her belly grows with the corn and I am hollow,
I touch his hair and I am hollow,
there is only an empty circle
where the moon should be.


I fill myself
with raw meat and smoke, I collect it in my eyes
until I burst,
arching my back like a hen into her chicks mouth
except you are not here, little bird,
I watched you fly away.