Hidden Flame

Lindsay Remee Ahl

I spent my childhood in a cave,        outside glowing snow, inside Byzantine paintings,ceiling bats, everything drawn like a breath.        When I wanted to leave, I lit myself on fire; it didn’t hurt—I listened to the flames the way an owl listens to air currents;        I was ash in the wide sky.Musty bison on cave walls dream vast grasslands,        but listen: I was in the cave, and thenI was everywhere.

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Lindsay Remee Ahl has work published in The Georgia Review, Hotel Amerika, and Barrow Street. She was a Fletcher Pratt Fellow in Fiction at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference for her novel, Desire. She holds an MFA from Warren Wilson College.

The Southern Review

Summer 2018

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Louisiana State University

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Jessica Faust

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