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“there is no love only proof of love” by Nadia Arioli
there is no love only proof of love bob ross is who / i would like god to be / happy accidents and then a miracle at the last second / where it all comes together i would like / a soothing voice saying / its your world / whatever you want / like to […]
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“Jet Brown” by Jeremy Szuder
Jet Brown Let us take the subtle and at the same time mammoth curvatures of earth. Let us hold them and perhaps even cuddle up, wrapping them, hugging them… Now to breathe in the fragrance, and watch the face of a moon turn to its side so gracefully. To see the steady pulsing of those […]
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“I don’t know who I’ve become” by Soleil Garneau
I don’t know who I’ve become I’ve been scattered over all the places I’ve been like dust—with everyone I’ve touched. There’s enchantment—like how a river snakes. Remember hiking Harpers Ferry, sweating in hundred degree heat. Lush, green, heaving. Almost passed out. Bent to drink from the Shenandoah, my head next to the copperheads. I have […]
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“cold moon” by Kathleen Hellen
cold moon Crossing the meridian, the moon so far away you think about the mother in a snowblind wilderness who signs away her child to bankers, though the birds hang around, the last bud lingers on the rosebush like the memory of a sled, stuck in a catastrophic snowglobe. I waited for the snow [insert […]
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“Moth to the Flame” by John Moody
Moth to the Flame I’m whirling my wings, of wrinkling papyrus, seeking moth light. They fray at the edges like rough sex. Wafting in a spiral of passion, I’m powerless. Your torch-thin candle kindles becomes my circled furnace, branding an orange-stain on my flight, scorched sepia. In the hover close to the flame, I flare. […]
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“Chimuara” by Dora Manuel Culabo and Landa wo
Chimuara You were gone – Broken ground All the beautiful lies of the Bible And the song for my ancestors, The woman in the cemetery is gone. You were gone – Broken ground You were gone – Lost soul You were gone – Scream of death The house of pain is gone A shout in […]
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“I Owe My Father the Earth as a Gift” by Jason Visconti
I Owe My Father the Earth as a Gift I must dress the seas and land in bows of ribbon, wrap up the happy family of the trees, pass the mountains at the giving table, spill into his pockets the reward of a stream, shield his shoulders with a coat of grass, and let the […]
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“The Roots You Swear By” by Michael Beard
The Roots You Swear By You bring me inside the greenhouse where you spend hours cultivating yourself. You measure that my heart takes one cactus to fill, and I insist it’s more like two if we don’t count the roots, and you say, always count the roots. An orchid brushes against my wrist and I […]
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“The Stoics” by Charles Kell
The Stoics False winter, suffering without words. On the riverbank frozen water, foot over ice. Brittle mirror. A boy fell in last year, branch reached out to catch a receding hand. Over in an hour. Mother collapsed on glass leaves, you held her shaking under a thick blanket. Never a word. No sound except pen […]
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Three Poems by Casey Knott
As Then If The toddler waving good-bye to her father’s casket as if goodnighting the moon or snipping the balloon worn at the wrist, and the pastor saying we shouldn’t grieve but be happy for the deceased now in the hands of the lord, as if death was a welcome thing at 32 or 4, […]
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