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TENEBRAE
As grief begins taking up resi
Frannie Lindsay
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
Poem for Shang Qin
I’ve been digging my way toward you since the day I was born. I watch the
Christopher Kennedy
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Stone Cross
Remember your village of always uphill,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Latch
One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,
Maurice Manning
Ars Poetica Chemistrica & Hitting the Bullseye of Depression
alchemy: a medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy aiming to achieve the transmutation of the base metals into gold
Jim Daniels
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
Olney Hymn
not my li-
Donald Revell
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