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From Above It All Looks Like Patchwork
2 poems
3 poems
Fisheating Creek
by Patricia Asuncion
Dew’s coolness heightens anticipation as the canoe
slips into chocolate silk water like a slow, meandering
water snake coiling through cypress,
its tongue taking in all the primordial sensations.
Rain man
by Christian Ward
The consultant called me
rain man because I conjured
downpours every time
my medication was due.
Absence is
by Clara Burghelea
the hole that begs to be filled,
ragged around the edges,
the suck of air scouring the flesh.
Later, its ghost scar will bruise
the skin like an unfinished poem.
This poem will cock its head,
squint its eyes and settle into flesh.
One day it will slip out of your skin
and into the world and it will be hard
to explain it came from a place of erosion.
2 poems
by Adam Chabot
Without wind, winter’s cloak wraps tightRead More »
around my shoulders as I take up my task
Seminole
by Gabriel Langston
It’s quiet as the sun rises
the morning after.
I’m sitting by the shore,
waiting, holding my breath
and an old branch.
The bark turns to dust in my hands.
Girls, We Did Not Graffiti Dicks in the Park Gazebo Just for the City to Paint Them Over
by Molly Kathryn Fisher
we sniffed the sharpie first. sniffed and snuffled and snickered i think i do feel a bit of something you guys because tina m. said the red sharpie’d take us somewhere over the motherfucking rainbow.
dizzy,
daydreamy,
and delirious on indelible markers, slip-sliding down the yellow brick road for
felt-tip phallic funny
fifth grade girl fun.
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