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ALMANAC by Brian Simoneau
April sets us on the scent of summer, opens up a trail but it’s covered in mud. Buds on the branches but also mold begins to stain the plaster walls. Patter of rainfall lulls me, pulls me under after a week awake, weightless as I watch the minutes flicker…
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TWO POEMS by Angela Peñaredondo
ANOTHER WORLD GATHERS I sleep in a bedroom once a horse stable for a monastery. The monks have all turned & the cork trees stripped to red. I am a weak thing. A body down, an eaten up mosquito net…
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THE LUNGFISH by Michelle Gillett
Deep down inside, I am afraid of the lungfish suspended in its tank in the darkened room meant to emulate time when desert was ocean
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