Landscape by Alice Rose



Landscape


Our love is landscape,

like the dimensions of our gaze.


Wide like

deserts, oceans, mountain ranges,

flatscreens, wingspans, couches.


But when I blink, I do not see the horizontal

grid that my iPhone likes to impress upon my photos.


Our love is landscape,

like the dimensions of our gaze.


But a circle is not a rectangle.

are we a rectange?

inside a square?

inside a circle?


What is all that empty space?



Alice Rose




Alice Rose is an emerging writer from the UK. Shortlisted for The Bath Flash Fiction Award (Feb 2017), Rose has also been published at CafeAphra, Pendemic, and ReflexFiction. Rose writes from her small, St Albans flat, feeding other people’s cats and attempting to keep her plants alive. You can find her at alicerwrites.wordpress.com or on Twitter @a1ice_r0se 

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