Too alive to it, too aware of it. How it fits in mine but does not resemble my own. An animal’s hand. The one thing no one else wanted. She asks me to help her and her idiot son down the wet sidewalk. Slowly, I walk backwards watching him, his eyes rolled up like...
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Poetry
ANNUNCIATION
from SORROW ARROW
Poetry Emily Kendal Frey
You are stringing arrows by a lilac bush
Every time I forget a person my body apologizes
Bad night of dreaming
The rows of devils thick as trash
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Swampmeat
Poetry Josh Fomon
In the current cycle of this hollow
ground there is a spring
where you hide blue
and in the mud.
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Driving Home Through Virginia
Poetry Adam Day
Black-backed, black-masked cardinal
burning on a branch. Season of ice: sense that nothing
is quite solid –
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You’ll See My Design Inside a Lemon
Poetry Julia Cohen
You leave marks in
the dirt & that’s my pattern, ants
swarming a cut potato
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A Test for Safe Zones
Poetry Anne Cecelia Holmes
The first thing is how to rescue.
How to be less damaged but damaged enough to seem fair.
A favored method is never use your hands for anything.
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My year with flowers, unshrinking
Poetry Anne Marie Rooney
Our expenses were expansive, like, excuse me, we'd better
have it: gold wallops, white eggs, even the sterling shone
over-basket. Got water? It showed, that slouch.
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The Children’s Crusade
Poetry Joshua Kryah
Childhood is a lie. Ask anyone. Floods appear
to make us thirsty. But floods do not exist...
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Hallucinations Brought on by Inclement Weather
This township is buried in a fogged stupor, houses stair-stepped up and down wet paved streets. A township of hills that This Son and That Son ride their bicycles through, rampant with slick tires and wishes to see the new girl who moved in just houses up their hazy street. Our Mother stays in,...
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I WAS NOT EVEN BORN WHEN YOU TURNED ME INTO A BABY
I was a little glob of lush circumstance. You dressed me up in snow and holy emergency. I pointed at a record player and called it my father. I pointed at a harbor and called it my mother. But you said No no no no that is not so healthy! and fed me coffee...
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