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FAMILY BATTLES | WITCH
My uncle stares at the TV throughout
Diann Blakely
Alone at the New Year
An instant of awe, then, afterwards,
Donald Revell
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
Miss Lola Ridge (1873-1941)
The fire of the world is running through me.
Terese Svoboda
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
Lament Sunburns
The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle
Bradford Tice
Cosmology
Someone has spilled the moon
Linda Pastan
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
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