Tag: poem
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Driving to Colorado by Elias Sorich
Driving to Colorado Clouds draped down a bare field, trails of mist sloping, stingers of a jellyfish.
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Three Poems by Savannah Slone
Field Notes on Becoming Yourself pluck fallopian foxgloves from your diseased roots egg trek cardiac harvest wear insects as rings, arthropod legs caging each digit around your neck, trilobites rusty toenails scratch off achilles blisters stack blocks with your beet stained gums pick suckers from your armpits swallow them whole: deer ticks, your aphrodisiac palpitate your inner…
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Worry Bone, by Hans Hetrick
Worry Bone Always shaking my tree Always rattling my bones Stirs up the natives tending my temple grooming my home They get no peace They never feel at home Worry bone preaches doom on every street He’s a guest on every show Thinks God burnt trifles into stone Swears disaster lurks ravenous behind every promising…
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Three poems by Jon Pierce
1 of 0 if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as if you read this as Doom Abaca, dead; a cab, a decade fagged, a hijacked lima bean, an opal ‘q,’ ransomed; a strumpet, and…
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Dear Watcher, by Jenn Powers
Dear Watcher, 1 Be calm. Categorize by level of threat. File by style. A red jagged letter needles my skin. Tell myself this is a joke. Linger in the hallway after school. Back pressed against the lockers. Look left. Look right. Wait for the invisible man who hides like sin and speaks like fire. Why…
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Guns Are People, Too, by C.J. Miles
People have been dying since people were people. I’m buying a lottery ticket so I can afford to take every assault rifle off the market, drop them into the middle of the Atlantic. Imagine an octopus at a shooting range: goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn. Goddamn. Everyone who dies while someone is writing…
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Star Scatters by Laura Pastorino
I saw someone nail the moon into the pavement in Northwood last night. They ripped the plywood off and splattered constellations no one had ever heard of. Watched as the stars and the carpenters went shifting, writhing, dancing on top of black waves. They cluster into the nails, spiraling away, winking as they sink into…
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Adjustment by Natalie Rose
adjustment* noun ad·just·ment \ə-ˈjəs(t)-mənt\ : a change that makes it possible for a person to do better or work better in a new situation After living in big cities on the east and west coast, and even in that Jackson Pollack-esque splatter of freeways and tract houses two hours south of here, Flagstaff can sometimes…
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I. Instructions for Finding a Detachable Set of Invisible Wings
I. Instructions for Finding a Detachable Set of Invisible Wings by Jen Karetnick Jen Karetnick is the author of three full-length books of poetry, two forthcoming, and four chapbooks of poetry. Her work has appeared in publications including Cimarron Review, december, North American Review, Poet’s Market 2013, Poets & Writers, Spillway, Submittable.com and Valparaiso Poetry…
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Amateur Icarus by Marcus Goodyear
Amateur Icarus by Marcus Goodyear The moon is a glowing white ear, passing between gingerbread houses where wasps build their paper hexes. You are not here so it can’t be changing for us, this celestial cochlea and canal trained at the earth teaching me to listen when your phone rings and rings its robotic…
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