This is an 8-page zine– Folding instructions here
a glimpse of pale Saturn
lens not required
prickles of panic
an echo, deluded
while silence is golden
and duct tape is silver
this gilded tongue might
have fucked Midas over
–
was this what you wanted?
is it still?
I know it would’ve gotten better if I had
just
–
burst blister bubbles
fool’s gold leaf unlocked
three C’s, twelve capsules
all stolen, none stocked
a glimpse of pale Saturn
untethered from stone
stings salty remorse
from silk curtains drawn
–
could I rearrange every mountain?
Photos taken with homemade pinhole camera
Cough Medicine & Stones Unturned © 2025 by Joseph Deans is licensed under CC BY-ND 4.0
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