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Milk Ice
Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath
Patricia Spears Jones
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*
It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on
Margo Berdeshevsky
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
Just Before Sunset in December
It must have something to do with the angle of the earth
Ed Meek
Just So You Know
I figured it out after you ate
Abriana Jette
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
Repair
In this, our chapter on enamelware
Greg Sendi
(…) | In Your Land
Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,
Anzhelina Polonskaya
july
The best thing about this month is not
Max Temmerman
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
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