Poetry, VOLUME VII
Listerine Bones
Study of Myself, Bella Pozo Every time you kissed me you left bacteria in between the crevices of my teeth But it’s funny how whenever I got sick we both seemed…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIPenthouse Serenade
Girl, Azure Arnot When the note is so high that it shatters thick glass And the smile so hard that it hurts And the tower so tall that it topples…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIgrowing pains
Nature Administers a Rorschach Test, Margaret May i watch lovers on the street kiss with more tongue than fang and call them pathetic for their forked bittersweet longings before peeling…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIAdam’s Gun
For Sale, Jess Mezzi is a womanizer / which is to say its victims are born / between itching crosshairs. this feminine inheritance: / to be prey from birth. /…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA.R.
Flickering Strings of Love, Paul Knight Constellations mapped across her face Space matter and nebulas rest under two blue moons Stars mark a trail over a happy nose A spray…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIunsent letter to my upstairs neighbor who’s taking a shower at 3:42 a.m. on a thursday
Rise, Meg Jenson Because, even if we meet, I’ll have no idea how to bring this up in conversation. And you’ve started doing it with some regularity. Sometimes once, sometimes even…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIPrairie Rust, Strawberry Lips
The Battle of Antietam in Technicolor, Alexandra Moleski Annie smears pink paint onto the apple of my cheek with her index finger, raising it up to my cheekbone and then dragging…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIFacts and Figures
Element of Speech, Bethany Dudek There are 206 bones in the human body. This is a fact. The first time it heard it, my sister Shauna was mocking, “there is…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIPerennials
Seven Sundays, Azure Arnot autumn The night I was born, my mother clawed up the tiles in the kitchen floor and buried her deciduous heart beneath the mortar. Concrete-stained fingertips…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIILittle Havana, Miami
The Grass is Never Greener, Vinnie Hagar To the children of Operation Pedro Pan They did not sail above sandy shores dripping salt. Their banners and flags grappled onto their…