Ode to Silence | Sam Canney

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at Lake Lugano, Switzerland You sit between eachwave rocking this stone worldlike a cradle. The peaks & troughs of me,my life, delight to beholdall that you offer. When you gently close a

Two Poems | Pearson Prudent

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Casino 1.Continent of seat peoplein the salat of coming up short.Finger to the button like leaf’s dawn wave: hardly wind when the winningstill sleeps. 2. In indoor noon, they slumplike the airlifted saved in basketswho,

Mosquita y Mari | Zaira Gomez

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Head out, highway highA continuous zephyrEl Dia Previo synced Admiration for the asterismsPastel colored moonglowing Measured burning glancesPinkies linked, head cradled Zaira is an emerging writer from Pennsylvania. As a queer Mexican

Sisters | Seth Leeper

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Pandora, when she lifted the lid, did she knowwhat she would loose? Not the least: blame, which would brand her and her sisterswith the blood and resentments of men. Like Eve, who

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