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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...

Robin Turner

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...

 SM Stubbs

It Can Also Mean a Type of Fish Language is made with sounds and symbols. An X suggests an ending or anonymity or place treasure is hidden. Meaning requires...

Kelly R. Samuels

My Mother as Anticlea, Upon Forgetting I will have traveled all this way only to have you forget   my name, to stand on something like a threshold...

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