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Jul 9, 2023
Kate Arden
Kismet as contact sport In most universes, I marry you. But not all of them. #1,213, for example. You’re a prince and I scrub the castle...
Jul 9, 2023
Phillip Sterling
Longing (as a Form of Consummation) July is the most salacious month having waited until this very morning to bring me to the screened-in...
Jul 9, 2023
Fleming Meeks
Sometime Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines And the rains come, the world catches fire and my mind drifts. I have a dream about Juliet...
Jul 9, 2023
Marvin Flores
Til Death Do Us Part They were dancing, like shell casings— but quiet, but grim; restricted, like asthmatic lungs— but measured, but kept...
Jul 9, 2023
Kimberly Ann Priest
The Psychic Tells Me My Mother Has Died She lifts a card—a woman in robe & crown—up to the light. You have lost someone important, she...
Jul 9, 2023
Kathleen McGookey
Cloud Report, 10/5/22, Evening How can the sky hold so many different kinds? A single bright line, curvy and segmented like the spine of...
Jul 9, 2023
Daria Uporsky
Eye, Unconditional I fell into the food, still smelling like the sex we left upstairs. Behind disclosing eyes I try to remember “napkin”...
Jul 9, 2023
Jacqueline Shea Murphy
Ground Travel With the rhythm of the road in my crotch, a strap across my nipple, giant saguaros poking up across the landscape, stiff...
Jul 9, 2023
Jodi Balas
Sonnet for Emily Dickinson In the absence of an alarm, there are the birds & in the absence of the birds, there are the sirens & the city...
Jul 9, 2023
Marilee Pritchard
The Eccentric Looked like the Unabomber with kinder eyes and better intentions lived in a run down fifties shack south of Kalamazoo with...
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