by Eitan Perlin
I've been told many times by many people I remind them of someone they knew who killed themselves it's odd to be a specter a reflector of a long love lost or a good friend gone it doesn't sting nor am I complaining merely stating the peculiarity of embodying a medium ushering back memories of the dead over the Styx my mannerisms and manuscripts a certain dereliction in my essence indecipherable to me or a twinkle in my eye seem to evoke an archetype I've never asked how they did it I wouldn't want to get ideas or glimpse into my shadow but the pattern persists in independence strangers comment from warehouses busting with misplaced love again I bear no ill wish to them nor will they stop I only hope no one ever meets a stranger in Elysium and is wistfully reminded of me.
by Donald L. Patten
Eitan Perlin studied mathematics and philosophy, but found a love for poetry in the pandemic. He works full time in a small consulting company in the DC area. He has been published in Klio, Prospectus, Wingless Dreamer, Just Femme and Dandy, Center for Creative Inquiry, and The Parliament Literary magazines.
Donald Patten is an artist from Belfast, Maine. He is currently a senior in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program at the University of Maine. As an artist, he produces figure drawings and oil paintings. Artworks of his have been exhibited in galleries across the Midcoast region of Maine.