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THREE POEMS by Christine Gosnay
Grand Teton A limber pine wave gives way to woodsmoke. I am deeply interrogated and I am not understood. The sun hits the logs and plays with their legs and shoulders, pushing away their modesty. The man who boxes my firewood has eyes three blue meters deep. His birthday has come with the snow in…
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“MY DADDIES HAVE VOICES LIKE BACHELORS, LIKE CASTIGATORS & CROONERS…” by Tiana Clark
Daughter, you make me shudder, make music of my bones, don’t you? Yes, like castanets. The best blood of my blood, soft blood, boiled blood of not knowing, bright blood is still in you now, blushing scarlet cells blossoming in your face, plasma rich as juicy figs, cut open & gleaming. Muscling that dark abyss,…
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TWO POEMS by Kendra DeColo
Ode to When the Music Video Doesn’t Match the Song After Ryan Burton and Noah Taitano What isn’t lovely about a group of men moshing to a slow song whose notes drip around their bodies like a halo of sweat the way I drive through suburbia blasting Beethoven’s 6th…
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