by Erik Peters
We sit on the terrace. Evening gathers in the arid valley at our feet, pooling in the dells. Mexico City, a distant memory veiled in industrial haze, lies just over the next ridge. Birdsong fills the darkling air—flock and family exchanging the day’s news.
In the village below, life is as it has been for centuries. Farmers call across nopal patches; taqueros close up shop; shepherd boys usher their animals toward mud-and-thatch biers; light glimmers through wattle-and-daub window frames. The church bell, set high on its painted spire, calls the Faithful to Mass.
Gray could surely have elegised as eloquently from this Mexican terrace.
by Carolyn EJ Watson
by Carolyn EJ Watson
Erik Peters is a teacher and avid medievalist from Canada. Erik’s work with marginalized students has profoundly influenced his writing, which has been published in numerous magazines including Coffin Bell, Superlative Lit, Prospectus, The Louisville Review, and The Dead Mule School. Read all of Erik’s publications at http://www.erikpeters.ca or @erikpeterswrites.
Carolyn EJ Watson is an interdisciplinary artist, who is drawn to the useless and unusual. She takes what she can find to tell a story, using a mixture of unconventional materials. Through her art, Watson strives to advocate and educate, particularly focusing on concepts such as identity, trauma, abstraction, chaos and conservation.
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