By: Kip Knott What Two Bits Could Buy for Patsy Cline, 1932-1963 Your life ended not long after mine began. I can’t remember ever hearing...

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By: Chloe Bausano I. A menagerie of memories Kaleidoscope as cowlicked Waves push me into the Sand. Incited nostalgia Whips naivete...

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By: Paul Koniecki or textbooks on physics for poets the crunch of gravel the scratch of correspondence pages crying out memory turn the...

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By: Robert Eugene Rubino You’re my rock — says it like it’s a chant of high holy praise green-gray eyes wide with gratitude evokes...

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By: Emma Eisler in which i did not dance with you the most common causes of death for domestic venus flytrap: -prodding the trap to open...

By: Mawi Sonna start by mixing too many wishes grind them under the pestle’s pressure crush holy thistle cinnamon and blood lily after...

By: Celia Buckley This Band of Night From the other side of things I watched my friend graph himself against forgetting, in the...

By: Zahra Tootonsab “Now, Iran's nurses—the majority of whom are women—are among those bearing the worst of the brunt of U.S. sanctions.”...

By: Emily Rankin June ninth The size of it should become obvious. The hill, the mountain, those big emotional scenes making everyone seem...

By: James Constantine Hatzopoulos Heron What is the fate of my bow and six licks from my quiver? Wired heron. Twigs bridle her wings....

By: Caroline Rowe Unrequited Easter She knew it wasn’t going to come, like the package or the angel, the iced hibiscus tea the waitress...

By: Barbara Daniels Some Lies for You I don’t need green velvet. No candles, no wine. Just day closing so slowly it lasts forever, sun...

By: Anthony Aguero Sometimes I Feel Like a Fraud During any horror movie in a theater I clamp my eyes shut And tell myself the noise will...

By: Tara Mesalik MacMahon Calle Encarnación Rosas My mother was my mother, but Abuelita was my mom. In the entrance, Princesa: bowls of...

By: Maura Way My objet d'art flagellates himself. I am not amused. My sous chef brooks no fools, obviously. My sense of belonging lags...