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By: Tyler Dunston 8 lines for the rooftops of the Tennessee Aquarium Leaning pyramids of diamond, scored with intersecting lines of ash....

By: Andy Posner A rock skips across the sky, Leaves concentric circles of cloud To wonder at. You flung it long ago, before we met, When...

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By: Mary Warren Foulk THE SHOW MUST GO ON I found this line blurred on a faded post-it, thin as Julep mint, between folds of your wallet...

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By: Kendall Krantz The Cockney lad at the bar tells you he’s a ‘istoriun wiv rev’lushunary idears. A hairline mustache will ask you to...

By: Corey Ruzicano stop me if you’ve heard this one. girl hears voice a voice like smoke a voice like dark wood a voice like Truth or at...

By: Peter Tsai Nights On Parallel Lines matriculate into the sunset with dimes and nickels lauding the ​ inconspicuous moon; its ethereal...

By: Alan Hill When I Learnt About Love. Sunday, my son and I, cut the hedge. Just as my father once showed me how in those afternoons of...

By: Sofia Sears For Christine Blasey-Ford, in 2019 1. Christine, tenderness seethes the same way a car will rut a dog’s flesh. In the...

By: Liz Wager It knows what sedulousness means, as well as sense and sound; it knows the subtleties between taciturn and silent, satisfy...

By: Bosch Jones Say it & Repeat her hard hand took my head she held high by my hair I think now you know you do block some of this out I...

By: Lydia Trethewey alive those lost moments smell like an airport carpark kerosene patina, painted-over arrows not quite underground...

By: Russell Willis Not Mine To Be tempted to trespass on another’s soul to take their time as mine to take their “mine” to be a “me” that...

By: t.p. Luce En Passant (‘Deus Vult’) later that day it occurred to me that perhaps after the Vikings came to Lindisfarne to set things...

By: James Grabill To wash our hands of the medieval apple, to suddenly throw on the brake lights red as lips of apocalyptic religion,...

By: Kelsey A. Solomon I once knew a sandwich artist with poems hidden like lettuce in his snaggletooth, where verses fermented blueberry...

By: M. Shayne Bell Even in this cheap hotel— you voices. No, for the fourth time today, I will not jump off a cliff despite your threats;...

By: Charlene Moskal Pressed Glass I found me in an empty glass its sides pressed like mine, cut with patterns, sharp but not too sharp,...

By: Jessicca Daigle Martin 13th Century Monasticism: An Assay — from Dialogue of Miracles, vol II, by Caesarious of Heisterbach A woman...