white dog walking towards camera
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White Wolf by Elizabeth Morse

I am the white wolf, and I am lost.

Pine trees fan out over me.

Tiny branches and needles

crunch under my feet.

Stars pour across the sky.

I keep walking until I see the city,

Highways studded with ruby lights,

Silver buildings pointing upward.

Ahead is the realm of light.

Ahead is the place where

they will destroy me.


Elizabeth Morse is a poet who lives in New York’s East Village. Her work has been published in literary magazines such as Ginosko and Blue Mesa Review. A poetry chapbook, The Future Is Now, was published by Linear Arts Press. She has her MFA from Brooklyn College and supports her poetry with a job in technology.

Author's note

My piece was influenced by dreams, fairy tales and folk tales in addition to a surreal film that blends myth and legend with the modern world. Therefore, I thought it might be a good fit for Carmina.