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Ten of the texts I sent you during the two weeks you were on life support by Jay Jolles
I. I’m parked outside Trader Joe’s so you’re getting my shopping list because I only ever manage to have paper OR pen in the truck; never both at the same time. So here goes: onions, coffee creamer, frozen dumplings, low-acid coffee, Unexpected Cheddar. What am I missing? Did you use firm tofu or extra-firm in…
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Jubilee Baby by J. Nicole Jones
Gone eight hours, counted Zelma, her watch in one hand and the other on her back. She could wait for Ray no longer. Truth be told, she’d been feeling poorly since yesterday. Now, it was time to go. The hot, round belly rolled her off their rusty trundle bed. She rested on her hands and…
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Diogenes with a Bug Zapper by Jon Doughboy
All manner of critters lurk in the Enchanted Valley, bobcats and coyotes, bear and beaver, slugs and hornets, and Ken feels like a lurker too, a confused critter sluggishly wandering-standing in front of the chalet with Maggie, his devoted girlfriend of eight years sitting on a downed tree behind him, dressing the hotspots on her…
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“Crazy” George by LC Gutierrez
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3 Poems by David John Baer McNicholas
Ice Wage subzero air, and the set was fixed like concrete until I came to chop it loose because of the breakage, how many must have starved that winter, frozen in low wages, loose whatever you do, never attempt to mix colors on your paper. you may drop,…
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STAR(K) by Kristine Snodgrass
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Touch ID (i) by Ryan Oliver Drendel
I scream and you touch me. I scream, and you touch me. You smudge my glass face with the oiled edge of your thumb, and I whisper what I know about the Australian bushfires. I whisper pictures of protestors circling the US embassy in Iraq, and you gawk at me, drowsily, as if we have…
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2 Poems by Tyler Mitchell
Firekeeper at 3 the world burns alone I keep cussing because I keep cussing off the smallest fracture of sagebrush shadow eyelash. Spire A boy struck clouds the shape of his brother’s mouth so it’s raining now varnish wine midnight concrete sit sit sit the cloud is a lung and…
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COMME DES GARÇONS by MICHAEL CHANG
here’s what’s happened since u were last on linkedin ur dirty sayonara this lifestyle yanked away from me ludwig kim jones fav boi he put his fats on it o’hara considering the muse as demon lover plath looking into the eyes of demon lover this jack of hearts always drinking too much in the middle…
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5 Poems by Margarita Popova
Dear When a big cosmic hand Runs along the back of the Pacific Little bits of ocean dust Untethered Jump into the air Cling to the fuzz on your cashmere sweater Cling to the hair in your nose The light today was donated to us anonymously Body-cold. Heart unbeatable Spine a chewed on branch …