New Poetry from Anna Maria Hong, N. node in Aries SNOW GOOSE Some tales are so attenuated that you can’t feel what’s happening: a girl with bad skin convinces…
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3 Poems from Benjamin Aleshire BENJAMIN ALESHIRE travels the world as a poet-for-hire, composing poems for strangers on a manual typewriter. His work has been featured in The Times UK, El…
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Poetry from Angel Dominguez Scorpio Somnambulism Every morning I wake with more poetry sloshing around a somnambulant fog; every morning I whittle excess; I sharpen the sensations; I hum…
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Poetry from Paige Taggart Horses Are High Tonight she tires under spell What wave Tired and bathed in that liberating light It’s so ridiculous the way beauty shoots off…
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Poetry from Nathan Hauke Nathan Hauke is the author of Every Living One (Horse Less Press, 2015), In the Marble of Your Animal Eyes (Publication Studio, 2013), and five chapbooks,…
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disarmament farewell’s occasion composes two flushed and open-mouthed against one very still for an elsewhere dream unfolds in the right eye as the left transmits to the machine proprioceptive…
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WRONG JUNE I spent all afternoon trying to match some animal’s tracks to my own. I cannot make good use of my time. I cannot declare…
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Early Morning Task Matter-of-fact, he told me how she died, when, and who was there. He couldn’t talk long, so many still to call, and I, who…
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if 100, then 150 (excerpts from a work in progress) chiwan choi on a bus we head for the waterfalls falling in and out of sleep i look…
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Selected Emptiness* A cat grabbed a fledgling by the feet. A storm shook a fledgling from a tree. The sky caught a fledgling as it fell. A snake bit…
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Index How will she call the stars now she’s forgot the names she learned for them before probably in school somewhere? The whole process could be based on…
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*** To Emigrate (Patriarch Parable) In the old century, the patriarch proclaims, una doctora, no daughter of mine. Ambition is for the men to wrangle, the bodies of…
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Repertoire Take me to you bed, the indoor air sifted through screen repeats itself myself ourselves It is quaintly morning anymore. I hold my head up near low…
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