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 Yoon Park

The Brightest I could talk about color palettes. You can use umbers, or siennas —raw siennas, burnt sienna is cold and raw sienna is warm. What I’ve learned from...

 Sara Moore Wagner

At the Annie Oakley Festival, There Are So Many Trump 2024 Banners “I love a gun. I have always loved a gun.” –Annie Oakley To love...

 Kale Hensley

Morning Glory for N.P., who breathed the first line We need a particular privacy to feel— a wired frame guarded by a quilt, dark curtains who tame the...

 Natalie Marino

Middle Age Suddenly this hunger.The yard’s river birch finally empties itselfof summer’s grief when the night’s crescentmoon swallows a small piece of the pallidred sky. Before the fall,regret is...

 David Moody

Listen Joy found in the absenceall about us. Nothing singedand everything easy. Harvest pumpkinsglow burnt orange, smoldered yellow.A cat comes offeringin its mouth a songbird pink as greasejust after the...

 Candice Kelsey

Chronic Pain A woman finds her husband has been on dating apps / she regrets looking through his iPad / insomnia / This isn’t the...

Matthew Burnside

Limbic Nights I cannot sleep I drag these ramshackle atoms downstairs and peer through my favorite window, the one in the kitchen, to find all...

 Elizabeth Galoozis

Dispersal a symposium of seedsclimbs on the gustsshaking the cypressesand satellite dishes,land to be flattenedby a work boot.skitter, sciurine,to a patch of dirt. it is...

 Ion Corcos

Getting Older My father used to say, when I asked about his younger days, that he didn’t remember. I find myself using the same words. The laundress hands...

Lisa Zimmerman

Among Various Lives This version has no soldiering father, no mothermuttering in the dark bedroom, gin-stokedinto daily rants and hungered sleep, nobig-eyed sister, no sullen...

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