Tag: Four Way Review
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TWO POEMS by Leslie Harrison
[No. 118] How snow and distance equal absence the page untouched the page a white blankness the way ink recedes from these cold vistas its absence a kind of reverence how the moon is also an absence untouched as if he knew it was beyond mere wood mere blade how burdened the humans are in…
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MISSION CREEP by Jeffrey Morgan
How a groove is a prayer for a needle and a hollow is a prayer for birds, how music fills a space and makes you aware of emptiness, somewhere my brother is not where my brother is supposed to be. I tell the sky how and the sky replies in sunlight on the river meaning…
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LETTER TO YASHA IN MY THIRD PERIOD AP LANG CLASS MORNING AFTER THAT GIRL SHE LIKES BLOCKED HER ON INSTAGRAM by Mamie Morgan
There must be something that can fix me, you say, but in sixteen years nothing has. Lexapro, Oleptro, Thiopropazate. Eighth grade, Hal Stoddard chased me into the Rosewood Lane cul-de-sac by the butt end of his BB gun yelling, C’mon piggypiggy, open up you whale, while I recited every word that had ever made me…
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CREATION by Gerardo Pacheco Matus
They made me with bones, white, yellow, brown & dusty bones, heavy & hollow, broken & shuttered, they made me with bones no one has ever claimed, bones no one will ever bury…
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ARGUMENT FOR LOVING FROM A DISTANCE by Katie Condon
Raining this morning & the foothills are dusted with the gray light that comes with bad weather…
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DEAR MISS GONE by Ben Purkert
I’m hardly alone— like most men, I’ll gaze at anything to avoid looking inward. Like a stream reflects what surrounds but never the face of itself. I mean force, I mean— forget it. Let’s cast ourselves into a pond: a still surface standing forever without a break. Let’s freeze at the tipping point when you…
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HOW I by Melissa Stein
Stupidly. Like a dog, like drought flood, like a vole the hawk lifts screaming to its first and last panoramic. Each want sired want and I was drowning in it— but kept my head just enough above the choking to choke more. A dog, I said, or rat pressing lever unto death. May we all…
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LAMBING by George Kalamaras
Time was too long each winter. Each spring death clung to our tongue. Just below it milled failure and success: lambing seasons that arrived to survive, the job that finally paid, the art of making love even when we felt less than whole…
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THREE POEMS by Caroline M. Mar
THE RAY it lay there, flopping, fish-out-of-water and my heart trembled on the curb the usual fisherman’s talesa woman onlooker upset, that’s animal cruelty flapping in air, fingers hooked to its spiracles as its mouth gaped and shut
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TWO POEMS by Brian Tierney
AUTOPSY OF A SHADOW The letters in the cabinet I carved for a girl who gave me the sea in bits glass bits frosted white near the vase under shadows that lifted from the portrait each evening at five sometimes seven by the East- facing window swaddled baby oil painting one eye peeled white like…