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William Kistler

strange isn’t it how every day brings us to a place we’ve never been, strange isn’t it, my nearly perfect one, how passionate we once were, almost, I would say, like bread and cheese which cannot bear to part and thus go down the dark throat together. And now it seems we have nothing other… Continue reading William Kistler

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Dawn Lonsinger

the forecast kisses my cheeks             with upheaval, says here it comes and I feel a little tingly, sky darkening to slate, then brightening to white                                      the thrill of undoing and hurdle pouring over our windows cans of soup and wax beans just roll off the shelf                                                 and then it starts—the slow                                    … Continue reading Dawn Lonsinger

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Claire Wahmanholm

Night and nightshade, yes, but also                the night-blooming cereus, itself a cloak of nameless fragrance,                its face an hours-long brightness in the desert, crumpling under morning’s                fist—yes, the night-bloomers and also the nightingale, night-                song, night-dew, the nightside of the heart as if it were a moon,                the privacy, how… Continue reading Claire Wahmanholm

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Yasmin Belkhyr

If you dissect the poem, this is what you will find: a handful of broken glass, salt bedding routes into our cheeks. If you crack an egg, something spills. The rabbit is limp & yet, the moon continues to glow. The rabbit is limp & yet, here I am, mouth stupid and dry. Palm of… Continue reading Yasmin Belkhyr

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