Cathexis Northwest Press
I Drink to My Fallen Kindred, The Leaves
By: Steve Penkevich I. I salute the efforts of trees Stretching towards a sky always out of reach, Disrobing from their gold to Stand...
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C.N.P Poetry
Cathexis Northwest Press
Oct 1, 2018
In Defense of the McPoem
By: Alexandra Umlas As I finish the final weeks of the MFA program at California State University, Long Beach, poet and professor Charles...
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Oct 1, 2018
bad partner; on the farm owned by the man who patented velcro
By: Amber French bad partner before: the water never got hot deluge of silence until you arrive without reason claiming repose among the...
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Oct 1, 2018
At a Reading; You Walk Away from Your Family
By: Lisa Flynn At a Reading A cocktail crowd competes with the poet’s voice, and I’m lost to where words start and end. I cup my hand...
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Oct 1, 2018
A Girl, or a Ticket
By: Andrea Clark From a seed (a seed!) I ripened into a majestic softwood tree fallen flattened ferried sold I surface as your surplus...
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Oct 1, 2018
DUVAL ST: SPRING
By: N. Cuzzi Don’t read about misery in paradise. The dilation of the sky the split of the storm I almost fell into it with...
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Oct 1, 2018
For the other Artists (for Vahni)
By: Giles Goodland You probably won’t remember this but the barista showed us his tattoo, an intricately calligraphed couplet about how...
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Oct 1, 2018
The Jumper; How to Garden in the Family Graveyard in Zebulon, North Carolina
By: Brooke Baker Belk The Jumper Hitting the water, he’d shatter a cascade of fish and keep falling past thin-slit lungs and fronded...
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Oct 1, 2018
Moth Dust
By: Gina Tron A corset around my throat binds my breathing. There are moths in my lungs eating my wool heart. I wanted to be a...
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Oct 1, 2018
Periphery
By: Emily Patterson Remember when we pried open oysters by the blue water, white wine in paper cups? We had been married seven years...
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Oct 1, 2018
Mountain Laurel; The Sun Here
By: Clay Steakley Mountain Laurel Mountain laurel, poplar, sycamore, persimmon. My father names the trees as we walk uphill. “I think all...
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Oct 1, 2018
SOLOMON GRUNDY
By: Josh Pryer Nothing happens. Nobody comes. Nobody goes. —Waiting for Godot I. 4 Only an ugly tree rises above the snow, and every...
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Oct 1, 2018
Directions for When You Leave; I was born out of
By: Daniele Spagnolo Directions for When You Leave knock into comets with all hard skin, you are mixed of clay and dirty water. what a...
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Oct 1, 2018
Severed; A bullet-train full of celebrities
By: Hussam Jefee-Bahloul Severed How can I explain to my mother that solitude is unique too? how can I explain to my brother this...
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Oct 1, 2018
Postcards
By: Kathryn Ward I remember a butterfly who lands on my dress because it has a flower on it. Somewhere else someone is crying I remember...
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Oct 1, 2018
Selfies in the Sun; Melons
By: Bobby Williams Selfies in the Sun My eyelashes are vibrant. I’m driving. Skin-silky/satin. Blinking and laughing. Bitch don’t look at...
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Oct 1, 2018
Sundays are for Scalping
By: Jake Bailey Shaved to the scalp, I free my head of its adornments, electro-chemo littering the floor in white ...
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Oct 1, 2018
Fade Out
By: Gretchen Gales Humans grow gray, ladybugs orange. One takes its last flight around my night side table lamp, cracked window...
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Oct 1, 2018
The Classroom of Great Currents
By: Allen Guest The bugle call of thunder, the cannon flash of lightening, and a line of rain charges up these summer slopes like...
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Oct 1, 2018
flash photography; lockjaw
By: Olivia Pierce flash photography here you are, woman the first moment of the way things were supposed to be painted canvas backdrop...
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Oct 1, 2018
Exodus
By: Maggie Dillow He towed his feet, like dead bunnies, slightly, on a still day. He never tripped. He never quit smoking. He never...
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Oct 1, 2018
Honeybees Can Be Trained to Locate Landmines with an Accuracy of Better than 97.5%
By: Terry Bodine Which jars hardest—your swarm of expletives, or the flat of the broom—as I sweep the knot of bees from low porch eaves...
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Oct 1, 2018
All Around Us
By: John Miller All around us, near-misses all morning – a parked stranger’s car kisses our rear bumper; across an intersection an...
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Oct 1, 2018
Afternoon at an Aesthetic Clinic
By: Jessica Tan We will help you lose ten pounds and get your honey back. We’ll break bones and stick plastic glue. We’ll give you pink...
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