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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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Artemis

Kirstin Allio

I feel uneasy in the Flannery O’Connor forest, myrtle and poison ivy, oak flags twitch where  they’re bound to the leaf mat, vaginal seam up a beech tree. Years ago, shots like pots and pans, belled hunting dogs behind me—  the illusion of consensual combat, the beginning of a long breach that rooted deep and […]

Poem

Adam J. Maynard

Surrounded by massive snakes That can eat the world You’ll need something soon To make a drawing On gradual paper  The roles are simple Remember to keep yourself red And to paint your room The same colour as the sun  The space you inhabit Is not who you really are  Jesus Christ loved peanut butter […]

Lacan’s Joker

Phil Estes

The old man reads his dog-eared bible out loud, but at least it’s Luke. He didn’t shit himself; just sat in the mud, or what we’d like to call the Town Square. He says a couple of things we didn’t know: like how even if anyone comes to Him and does not like one’s pool, […]

Spring

Amanda Dahill-Moore

Spring Creatures of confused joy are tasting the sunlight made oblong by lemons This goes on forever but I can’t remember who I was anymore Now I’m in a place I call here but here is only one word and I belong to all of it I know words, like power, are nothing ‘til we […]

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