Dear Reader,

With the weather getting warmer and the pandemic slowly taking on a background role in our daily lives, we at Expanded Field recognize the iniquitous situation we find ourselves in; while our own worries melt away like the ice, the world at large is massively hurting.

Human Resources, how might I direct your call?

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Human Resources, how might I direct your call?

Down it darts, a kingfisher, a bolt of hunger unerring, an appetite driven, in flight.

Halted even more quickly, little blue dagger, cerulean awl,

In the clap of a frost-giant's hands.

A cosmic verb’s sublime intonation,

an adverb, between here and elsewhere,

the wind’s secret accent, in elemental

rhythm, pipes alone with multi-nibbed

I want the divinity of lust

I watch for the divinity of lust

THE IDEAL THAT QUIETS THE HEAT OF DEATH

Eidolon

Towards the summer sky

I make a shape of heart

With my clumsy hands

This is the feel of life

In his dreams, Rajan searches for the ghosts. He hunts for them, tracing their footsteps in the dirt. He is back in his hometown—he knows these roads. The moonlight shivers on his skin. The crooked streets rattle around him. His heart burns in his chest. Baba, mama. Where are you?

Let’s sail away, honey

to reach the far end of the world

where no land is seen

and the mermaids make us seashell crowns

She is everything I am not. She is supple as a snake.

I am frozen.

She is the whisper of holidays and beach trips, BBQs and laughter.

says my Sunday School teacher, that's easy

for her to say because we kids love her

so if she's speaking from experience

then maybe she's been married before so

Love

What an underrated, yet

Agonizingly beautiful way to

Waste our days.

Late at night I look to the stars searching for myself –

the ethereal being that exists beyond and within

this solitary body yearning to run with her as she

bounds fearlessly across shimmering galaxies as if

they were tepid rivers lapping at her bare feet

the sky’s red scintilla

breeds the last generation of sighs

my brown eyes literally

dripping light