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Two Poems by Amy Hassinger

Two Poems by Amy Hassinger   When Asked to Clean Your Room “Come see my museum,” you say,and you lead me, a hand on my arm,to your window seat,where you have arranged your collection of treasures,each grouping labeled in careful ballpoint printon a folded piece of notebook paper. There are…

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Spark by Jed Myers

Spark by Jed Myers Restless at night, I stepped out on the deck. High in the black between a blink and the next, a bright orange speck streaked _ left-to-right on an earthward slant. It burned out before it could reach the treetops, before I could think two words for…

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Birds Without Music by Christopher Locke

Birds Without Music by Christopher Locke 5,000 red-winged blackbirdsrain unbidden from an Arkansassky like trench coats shot to pieces,streets and lawns ankle-deep in littlebodies. A white-crested laughingthrush bloated under a scrim of wastewater at the Miami Zoo, its blackstreak across the eyes like an homageto Annie Lennox until I reconsider,sure…

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No Limits by David Subacchi

No Limits by David Subacchi What use dry stonesdug from hard soilto be piled one on another.Sheep pay little attention. They observe no limits.We mark wooland clip earsfor convenience. But they go where they willclambering overall obstructionson empty hillsides. Bleating their protestsweaker than birdsongor the humof passing traffic. Why speak…

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Elegy for the Ignorance of Nudity

Elegy for the Ignorance of Nudity by Kristina Martino originally published in Bateau Literary Magazine   To put things in perspective, the cosmos is commonplace,comprising a similar politics of implosions and cease-fires and expansion. As such, the earth is a placard that defaces the grandscale and I live there and…

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The Problem With Amy Winehouse by John Vieira

The Problem With Amy Winehouse by John Vieira Some days I find myself missing everyone I’ve ever known, I’m sorry. I offer them my mistakes as recompense. An indicator of how hard you were hit is not necessarily the colors of your bruise. like two spread legs pointing to the…

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This Morning by Jess Williard

This Morning by Jess Williard Muffled grind of snow plows, squirrels chirpingof discovered warmth in the walls of the house. White-packed lawns have already inflatedthe day. How open it is patterned to be filled in with cold light. How without repose. What thingsI could scare enough to crawl inside me.…

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An Exercise in Staring at the Ceiling and Contemplating Divorce by P.L. Sanchez

An Exercise in Staring at the Ceiling and Contemplating Divorce By P.L. Sanchez Focus on the fan. Watch the blades, spinning in circles. They want us to believe they’re an army. Smart. We know it’s a covert operation, a five-blade job. Those blades can spin, yes, they can. Focus on…

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Two Poems by Jen Karetnick

Two Poems by Jen Karetnick   Marching Band Perp Walk You never forget the way you’re taught to tread: Gaze straight ahead. Limbs on alert. Feet barely lifted, a watery shuffle. Toe to heel, toe to heel, a needle through the arch, threading the seams of the path in front…

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Two Poems by William Brown

Two Poems by William Brown Monarchs I wanted to dust their beating wings, douse them in alcohol, press into paper, onto toothpicks stabbed in foam. But when I arrive, plastic bag tied to a stick, they ignite the hush of alfalfa, pillage the flower’s throats like boys back home who…

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