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Geosphere II

Karla Kelsey

You sit in the coatroom checking and rechecking your phone while the dancing begins outside under globe lights. We arrived here together but only externally, which is why in dreams I wake cold, wanting to dance, planning the periphery of a garden laced with continual blooms produced in Denmark. I concede to the nesting texture […]

On Flight

Jenny Gropp

Real pain is catharsis, as if to say, I don’t want to go running, I want to have sex with you. Now if you’re to stay, you said, put your hands here. But there are other rules. I have to taxi. I have to descend. My friend was listening to an instructional Hendrix song, which […]

Cupid in the White City

Maxe Crandall

THE ROSE Cupid coughs and out comes a rose. The flower’s wrath digs a pocket of thorns in Cupid’s throat. He tries to speak but his voice box is filled With the flower’s hot breath which stirs up shiny demons So Cupid cries diamonds all afternoon. He goes to the shoreline and walks on ice […]

from The Musician

Rosemary Griggs

When the wind was a smell came across too green and he nearly tore me into feeling like chopping down a tree the sweet blood smell all over me I remember everything needless temptations to leave in a boat a tinted photograph of his wife but be careful you will fear the strange shoulders patched […]

Harmony Holiday

A   whole   holocaust    doesn’t  just     get  lost       Ma   (a)    fa         I woke up   knowing my  body  had forgotten   how to form    the   words     mother     and     father      ma   a […]

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When Friday is the Color Yellow

Selena Anderson

I kept reminding myself that this was my second chance, my rebirth so to speak. Only I was starting at the point where I could look after myself. I could choose what I was going to eat and could afford to buy luxury goods on the computer. There was no need to make friends, so […]

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