Bonjour naughty ones,
Spring is here with the heavy rise and fall of hormones, leisurely wrapped in a storm of moans and smirks. I am thrilled to share the newest issue of L'Éphémère Review with you all! We asked for your dalliances, and you gave and gave and gave…
Part of us wanted to thrust around and around naked in your submissions, but mostly, we left our number and texted them back.
You gave OF your souls, you even draped them in velvet, (bless your hearts.) You indulged us with your everything, and seduced us with your adjectives. Left us humid with verbs and punctured our skin with your sultry interjections. We thank you!
Take your time and indulge in these words, these images. Let your fevers rise.
Remember that art, according to Plato, is “the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers—
and never succeeding.”
I believe Dalliance will stampede this idea.
INGRID CALDERON is a Salvadoran refugee residing in Los Angeles. She's published in Leste Mag, Electric Cereal, Dryland, Seafom Mag, Anti-Heroin Chic, Occulum, etc... Her latest poetry book Zenith is published through Editions Du Cygne, a French publisher based out of Paris. Her goal is to be an anonymous voice that cuddles the masses. She wants to be relatable, not unique. Find her on Twitter @BrujaLamatepec.