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TWO POEMS by Carlina Duan
WHAT IF my lips weren’t chapped. the candles: unburned. what if they’d stayed like that all year: whole, slender sticks, separate & shy. what if the ants didn’t run in slow lines across the table, didn’t crush to dark soot beneath a stray thumb. if I hadn’t touched the cake: unghost the icing slipping through…
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LIFT THE MORATORIUM ON ANGELS by Kristin Robertson
in this poem one sec for Pearl Vision and an optometrist who looks exactly like an uncle who died two years ago. He’s saying quick puff of air and hot air balloon in the distance look through here see it see it now? and now? But this, this is the good part:…
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BLAKE GRIFFIN DUNKS OVER A CAR by Matthew Olzmann
with a full gospel choir crooning behind him, with twenty thousand spectators surging to their feet, with an arena of flashbulbs flashing its approval, and I’m spellbound, thinking it’s all so spectacular, until the broadcast team weighs in, and Charles Barkley says, “That wasn’t the greatest dunk,” and Marv Albert says, “But the presentation was…
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