By Aram Saroyan
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- By Peter O’LearyIn a windthe lake's scissoring surfaceand the Sun's vernal glarethe gulls cut to curlsin their turns...
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- By Aram Saroyan“ # $ % _ & ‘ ( ) * !2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - ¾ Q W E R T Y U I O P ¼q w e r t y u i o p ½ A S D F G H J ...
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence in foreground, sound...
- By Cole Swensena river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
- By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
- By Josh Bell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate...
- He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- By Cyrus ConsoleRotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
- By Krista FranklinThe handwriting is on the wall a white smear across the face of the sky a smear of white a white chalk...
- By Krista FranklinIndigo pool, color of the wings of the biggest specimen captured in glass in my second room, that one...
- By Krista FranklinEveryday some brown woman pools into inky blue, a madness that crawls up from the floor of her and flows...
- By Toi DerricotteTo be born woman is to know— Although they do not speak of it at school- Women must labor to be beautiful. -...
- By Holly Mitchell1. After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Abdulkareem AbdulkareemAll things begin from the spindle, we say—life spun from graces. I grew like rain from rumbles of my...