17 Aug Sons of Achilles by Nabila Lovelace

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If I think like the boy I take into me, then I know why>
the blood appears. I am an apprentice in a city named
Kiss the Hands Who Kill

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10 Aug in flux by Sage Enderton

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always meeting too late too early
too blonde too much stuff packed
into the back of your car.

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03 Aug Herring Run by Scott W. Williams

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Laying the bike on the bank,
the boy walked in the puddles muddied
by the stream in Gamblers Woods.

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27 Jul Crossing Harvard Yard by Olga Karman (1940-2025)

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Speck of life
how deep you burrowed all fall.

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20 Jul A Brief History of the Midwest by Andrew Grace

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History is really the history of thistle.

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13 Jul Quiet as Thunderbolts by Kenzie Allen

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And I kept it from you like a kill,
my name, my legacy, my shoulder
chip and the small hollow beneath

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06 Jul Drop the Mic by Kim Chinquee

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I breakdance in my kitchen, cooking lentils, thinking of my
piano days, my fingers on the keyboard.

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29 Jun Cottonwoods by David Lampe (1941-2025)

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On the Iowa plains, cottonwoods
sacred to the Lakota,
take root near deep ditches

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22 Jun TEACHING MILTON AT EIGHT A.M. by Graham Foust

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You’ve been not quite asked to be here,
and you’ve come all this way just to talk,
not just about the weather as it churns,
its gravid cumuli, but of progress, too,

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15 Jun Sonnet beginning with a line from George Economou’s Piers Plowman by Amy De’Ath

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For this good god grant me forgiveness for
my worthless living during during my entire lifetime
I couldn't be less inventive if I tried
What is the trajectory if the virus now?

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