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Sonia Greenfield

By the Pound This poem is so starved it doesn’t know where to begin, so it opens with my mother’s rubber “fuck cancer” bracelet too baggy on...

Jen Karetnick

Too brief again, this August light For Austen Clyde Prescott, June 20, 2005-August 3, 2023 But the uncommon heat will not break.Rain sizzles the roof tiles...

Sarah Fawn Montgomery

Deadheading You argue the blooms still alive when we both see brittle ghosts hovering over twisted roots, translucent petals pink as the time wine stained our lips, bed an excuse to day dream...

Annie Persons

Exchange Student Because I want to see myself,I turn to one of the last pages and study the pictureof my wide eyes, baby teeth,smile not...

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