The International(e) by Jeremy Nathan Marks
‘change will not come from above’ -Billy Bragg Fishers in lamb’s wool caps angle for dirigibles beneath winter ice. The lake is a pastel roe, a killdeer’s pupil caught by muscles with zebra stripes. Erie is an oblong spoon of kale beds, watercress woods, notches in the trunks of municipal rubber trees. In its sediment
