stephanie roberts

stephanie roberts writes as an exploration of what it means to be humane. A 2018 Pushcart Prize nominee, she was born in Central America, grew up in Brooklyn, and enjoys her hermitage in a wee town just outside of Montréal. Twitter shenanigans @ringtales.

“Forest Nocturne”, “Lunar Light” and “Superposition: Love on a Quantum Level”

Forest Nocturne this drama hums birched, blue, and pine behind winter-closed doors where raccoons and rabbits still. i remember the evening’s autumn cathedral when amber light massed in prayer above. i played over the under of your body. don’t think Nietzsche would be angry because under i explored this penumbra’d path round a temporary pond jewelled with drake and hen lusty in spring swell—winter’s death finding level.