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By: Johnny Cate jet wreck shattered is the cathedral peace when seizuring the cylinder sets her pressure free and the scattershot dove...

By: Kyle Sweet Movement One: a glitching T.V. screen. Arms of licorice, pull the string of strings, you, my brother, the climbing...

By: Jacob Klein Gray fog coils around you. Heavy, weightless wisps churn the air you breath viscous. Shapes fade in and out of the...

By: Clif Mason When I was seven, I ran down the street with a live fish in my hand. I put it in a barrel of rainwater, where it lived all...

By: David van den Berg lovecraft was a city boy green eyed dreams of broken things / black crow croak / i heard rats in the walls by the...

By: Brittany Rowell disposable this letter is a few lines daily: it seems this swallowed single mind is searching ​ if only I could...

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By: Susan Kay Anderson Morris Graves’ Summer Flowers For Denise, 1978 The letter is grey velvet. There are seven words inside. A blue...

By: Marilena Zackheos The Railway Master had first taken our brother in from the craftsmen streets where he begged to learn a trade, my...

By: Alec Montalvo My mother never told me about the stars I guess they didn’t matter instead she handed me a spoon and told me to dig I...

By: Caitlin Jackson Outside a village in the woods there is a pool where the women go to swim. They can talk here since, deep in the...

By: Christian Czaniecki Dead Birds of New Zealand Take a moment to consider the rose bush as a colonial construct Adolescence as a...

By: Christopher Watkins Creamery Train cars with large windows On small tracks Told industrial stories Of what the factories Did and...

By: Mallory Rodenberg Fall Again Finally, October with its alchemy that turns gold to death. When I walk at night to see the undressed...