Ink Stains

Submitted by Nicholas Catron

Why must I bleed ink from these fingers?
As if my shadow demands relief.
Let drip that, which, comes from the ether,
and succumb to the lodestone of belief.
On the other side of this mirror,
I see myself through a stranger’s eyes.
Yet, understanding could never be clearer,
than when I sink deep, in blank skies.


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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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