Preemptive Strike – Emily Barker
There are flies in your lungs Wings plastered that never left From inhaling too long Mouth open in the dark...
There are flies in your lungs Wings plastered that never left From inhaling too long Mouth open in the dark...
At the Precise Moment of the Solstice Lie in a wheelbarrow like a sack of potatoes, clumps of earth still...
we leave our names in hands always letting go on purpose Never answer So they fall a little short and...
Nikoletta Nousiopoulos is a mother, wife, and poet who resides in Southeastern Connecticut. She published all the dead goats in...
I could have died that morning and no one would have been the wiser. The thieves fled on foot. Nobody...
After Donald Keefe’s Lightwell (Au Sable Forks Papermill) (2016) Even with light beaming through the stilted arch like erasure, the...
Let’s fall down the well, kissing; take our time, sweeten buckets. Michael Hoerman is a poet from the Ozarks. He...
Somewhere in the multiverse, somewhere past a black hole, I turn right at a silver asteroid and coast into the...
Depression the sun becomes the luna & the moon becomes the sol & I turn the shower on & there...
You were caught day-drinking in the shadows of an angel, with your lips chapped to the pin-point crack of a...
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