24 Mar Three Poems by CAConrad
We stopped
studying the
night sky
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studying the
night sky
17 Mar FUTURE INFERNO by Brenda Iijima
All fires are futuristic
From fueling fire’s readiness
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From fueling fire’s readiness
10 Mar AUTOBIOGRAPHY by Marten Clibbens
I, were I of sufficient authority, would
tell the story, but I am better fit to listen to it,
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tell the story, but I am better fit to listen to it,
03 Mar SHRIKES by Dan Sicoli
the song whistle cadence of the shrike
appears not to pair with
the sudden discordance of impaling prey.
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appears not to pair with
the sudden discordance of impaling prey.
25 Feb Untitled Obituary by Yamilla M. Tate
I write this obituary:.
The bottle collector pushes his cart..
The girl fixes her hijab on her way to the bus stop..
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The bottle collector pushes his cart..
The girl fixes her hijab on her way to the bus stop..
18 Feb Remember (You) are Dust by Julianne Neely
like this poem, like our beta fish waiting
at the fault line of water and death, to be fed
like the house flea on our blood, like an anemic.
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at the fault line of water and death, to be fed
like the house flea on our blood, like an anemic.
11 Feb Wake by Spencer Williams
Among the waste of trees perched near the water tower, songbirds choke
on strands of brown hair, mistaking them for worms.
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on strands of brown hair, mistaking them for worms.
04 Feb “Song” by Tracy Fuad
Sometimes it was just a humming
Which came through the windows at night
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Which came through the windows at night
28 Jan “We are more than mere endurance” by Isaac Pickell
What I love about ruins
is how they begin
to resemble the land
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is how they begin
to resemble the land
21 Jan “Healing” by Deborah Osborne
my friend told me how
for the last time, he brushed his
dying mother's long
Cherokee hair
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for the last time, he brushed his
dying mother's long
Cherokee hair