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sorry for taking
Patrycja Humienik
so long to call back
the first time the phone
rang i was beneath a
bridge when you rang
again the roar of cars and
cargo overhead made it too
loud to hear you sense of
sea partially
I Would Be a Better Woman If I Were Dumber or Nicer
Carrie Murphy
People are always saying...
Go Big or Go Home
Michael Meyerhofer
Here come the ones who chose / the second option...
All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
Alec Prevett
I want to be remembered like this: taut...
Three Poems
Dujie Tahat
salat to define the terms of ritual
[adhan]
A calling, a culling, a billowing
minaret banner, a cigarette starter thrown
out a moving car window to prove a point.
No Ducks Were Harmed in the Writing of this Poem
Daniel Paul
I dreamed we were in a department store trying to buy you shoes.
Three Poems
Dustin Pearson
My Brother’s Two Screams
I heard two screams from my bedroom. Outside,
my brother had killed his best friend. That day
the clouds stayed put. The trees swayed under
gentle winds, but not
Three Poems
Nora Claire Miller
NAME LIKE A GIRL
I am a girl named older. I get in the way
of my own sleeping. Not being average
like that house, full of triangular
objects, where I only know two
animals, a fish and a
Ceres in the Uncreation
Anne Barngrover
I tried to write a warning
in chaste trees and pumpkin vines:
the worst men of our lives will return
to us in more ways than one.
Preordained,
Here is longing
Sanna Wani
here is my chest here is where I remember longing has not visited me in a long time longing who I let inside me longing who I let cut my hair with old scissors longing who feels my feet swell and
I Threw in an Extra Fuck
Leah Umansky
for virginia
I threw in an extra fuck because it’s spring
I threw in an extra fuck because the long before is here
I threw in an extra fuck because the riveting scene is
Ghosts in Empty Houses
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Ghosts remove fishhooks from animal bodies
in the desolation outside an empty house.
Somewhere between a fortress & forest
cicadas shed skin & leave exoskeletons
on tree barks.
TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME
Joanna C. Valente
i don't know how to manage time
the same way i manage my
body
away from men
and their hands and their will and their need
to take me when i'm choosing eggs, when i'm walking
to the bus,
A Brief History of Motivations
Jenny Irish
The predominant inquisitor of women accused of witchcraft, it is theorized, was a sadist with acousticophilia: a fetishist aroused by the infliction of pain, humiliation and their associated
three poems
Yvonne Amey
The Years Dad Blamed the Breeze
Some nights I imagine Dad as the lift in a shoe or wing of a plane—
his wisdom packed with imaginary insight:
all shadows have eyes,he'd say, stoking the embers
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