For Want Of | Hannah Bonner

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And if I did mean somethingcoded: waterI can’t walk on, coastline charred from anothernameless fire blazinga red wood, photographsrecovered in the oceanoff an archipelago, preserving for posteritythe dinghies and the sheep.And if

Two Poems | Ashley Kunsa

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Poem Beginning with Stage Fright and the Last Drop of Blood If most burned-out stars claim a retirement home in the heavens.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ If we’re always acting understudy to ourselves, and especially when

Sophocles | David Moolten

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They bounced quarters in the bars of Brittany and old Spain, and before them Greeks flung the lees from their cups, accuracy portending intimacy with whomever the victor was besotted. But with

Two Poems | L.A. Weeks

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Dreamscapes from the Atlas of Coming and Going VII Because Ayyappa Paniker wrote, the broken words that fade out, pieces of murmur float downfrom the ceiling fan. Almost forgotten–the blinds slatting streetlight

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