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A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
Four Poems
A New Age friend called to say she was visualizing me bathed in a rose-colored, healing light.
Nin Andrews
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]
I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.
Emily Skaja
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
Vita Nova
Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom
Katia Kapovich
The Village Crow
The village crow knew everything—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Daniel Whipped at the Market, St. Augustine, 1849
What makes memory?
Hunt Hawkins
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
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