by Émilie Galindo
Read More »we felt geography’s ghosts bring up the camphor contours of our former selves
Tag: Poetry
Sun-kissing
by Kayla O’Meara
At 4 pm
we sat in the
hot tub
and watched
the sun
drop down
upon the
frozen lake
your well-deserved vacation on a burning island
3 poems
Dust
by Malachy Moran
The city hums.
It vibrates with the energy
of desperate souls
each trying to squeeze
every drop of joy
from what will probably
be one of the last warm days
of the year.
If I could love you with no organs / Indian Country love ballad
by Alexis Clifton
Read More »You couldn’t believe you ever lived without it,
and you couldn’t believe love was ever a crime
Kerplunk
by Sarah Rosenblatt
I had traveled with it for years,
then
I put it down,
wrote something personal
Sorrel River Ranch, Moab, Utah
by Sumit Parikh
Above snowy mist and pasture
a crescent fades
manes bow in the dark ahead
and a breeze gently grazes gravel
When I Sleep, I Do Not Dream
by Michael Shoemaker
I do not dream when I sleep
and this is where
elucidations begin.
The Uncloistered Bird Feeder
by Chris Wardle
We’re back now
to GMT’s bleak Wintering,
breeding gratitude,
and an attitude for slow abundance,
within the assumed privilege
of doubly-blessed glazing
and insulated walls, isolating.
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