VOLUME III
Two Years’ Difference at a Roadside Stand
Velvet, Mariah Wright The girls are lounging on the side of the road at a wooden stand piled high with Valencias. No one has stopped all morning and…
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VOLUME IIIShark Season in Kanawha County
Complacent Thought, Haley Tatom 1. Lilliana starving is what we’re used to. She says her bones don’t fit right. What kind of bones does a sister need? She wants…
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VOLUME IIIStripped, She Said
Ripped, Breanne Sparta you have stripped me down to my tongue root she said it flaps exposed. i will lick the bent rims of your bicycle tires…
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VOLUME IIISmiling At Serious Things: An Evening With Dave King
Bird Balcony, Rebecca Levitan Drummer and bandleader Dave King mouths the word “poem” to his bandmates, indicating “You Can’t Spell ‘Poem in Concrete’”—another clumsily named King original—and the song…
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VOLUME IIIProprioception
Fukushima, Takuya Maeda They say that dogs are soulless. Mine sleeps on his side and skitters after rabbits; the limbs of his own knowing stretch and convulse, propelling…
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VOLUME IIIGull Throat
My Desires, Margaret Montague What’s it mean, to sit? My sit quits me twenty hours in the day til the sunset pours like sugar from my mouth,…
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VOLUME IIIDario the Impressario
Mushroom Studies, Mary Beth Foehrenbach In the heart of Chianti lies Panzano, a small, charmingly antiquated, unquestionably Tuscan village. One of the inhabitants of Panzano is Dario Cecchini,…
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VOLUME IIIA Trout
Cedar Keys, William Gilpin After an hour of steely sky the locals call night, we’re back on the rapids fishing whorls for sockeyes, but reel in only dollies.…
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VOLUME IIIA Place Without Floors
Ripple Dancer, Kavenaugh Oktavec Nalin wakes to rain drumming on the roof, against the chimney, through the cracks in the walls. She sits up, feeling her bones crack,…
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VOLUME IIISecond Kill
Brothers, Christine Nicholson Cain’s kiss; the drowned. Family submerged. A photo blurred by stillwater. Three merfolk asphyxiate on the lawn. Shadows drape a dampened dawn. Mother’s…
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VOLUME IIIThis Poem is Not About the Snail (Shablul)
Bugs, Ben Denzer but if it were I would tell you how they right themselves by means of opercula fastened to their feet (foot). How when the world…
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VOLUME IIIAlphaomega
Grandma Jenny, Allison Arkush As children, we worshipped Home, wild and reckless. Armed with markers and crayons, we scribbled manic hieroglyphs on its canvas walls. Relished the soft,…
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VOLUME IIISigns
If Hair Could Talk, Austin Peterson-Hays [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Dubious Consent/ Sex Between Minors; Underaged Drinking] The first time I saw him I had just turned fourteen and the…
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VOLUME IIIWinter Poem
Video Stills, Luz Fernandez Think of worst. Think of worry & woolen washer cycles. Think, well, why won’t this cigarette smoke any damn faster? In winter, the wretched knocking of incisors…
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VOLUME IIIThis Mustang, Who Speaks for Her
Polski 125, David Diaz They made this Mustang in 1968 and called it a 1969 Fastback. It had none of the special options packaged with it—it was not a…
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VOLUME IIIIncident on Route 46
Ingress, Matthew Gallagher [Trigger Warning: Depiction of Car Accident; Death] In a poorly upholstered driving seat, middle age is approaching a quiet, coughing woman much faster than it is her…
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VOLUME IIIDissection
Winter, Jonathan Agee [Trigger Warning: Graphic Depictions of Animal Dissection; Death Mention] 1. When you peel back the skin of the dead lab rat, it’s like stripping the rind of…
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VOLUME IIIWake
Riverboat Promenade, Caroline Malouse Pa says the ducks are still here because I’ve been feeding them all our bread. But the truth is they took refuge under our dock…
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VOLUME IIICape
Ocean, Beatrice Ugolini Even the air is ice- ridden. Locals rehash the sweep of tides flushing out debris, clams freezing in their pitch- gray sandbeds. This…
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VOLUME IIIIt’s My Turn, Frank O’Hara
Matchstick, Charles Green From a young age I was naïve enough to know I was a genius. All the bored wealthy mothers Of my friends begged me to…
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VOLUME IIIConsumed
Man Sleeping on Couch, Occupy Philadelphia, City Hall, PA, Joshua Hopkins [Trigger Warning: Drug Mention] Beau, who lives on my couch, attempts to step out of my car and into waves…
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VOLUME IIIThe Lost Language of Longing, or Two Women Walk into a Bar
My X is an Ape, Lauren West Two women walk into a bar; they are Lilith and Lot’s wife and they are lonesome tonight. You are Lot’s wife…