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Christopher Collingwood Whale Dreams Music is the exhalation of emotion,a melody flowing between momentsseeping upon the edges of consciousness,like a scent rides upon memory. We all hear it—the truth lingering in the quietness, born in fragments of a nursery rhyme;a loneliness drifting upon a summer breeze, searching for the fond days you no longer […] Laura Theis writer in residence look up: here I am my lovecan you see me waving?no of course not all you see isa pale oval in your skybut remember it’s the only map you need to find me now I write to you at least I tryblack ink on moonstonewhite chalk on lunar rockit’s […] Ana C. H. Silva The Best Way I Can Explain It is that there are no more magic shows. I watched them as a kid, sometimes all night, into the morning. The scratchy carpet, the rabbit-eared TV. The birds appearing in fists, just closed around a coin. I’d watch them without wanting to, […] Robin Gow Supermassive What I have left to admit involves science:how black holes can eat each other. How two black holes can meet over instant messenger and discover they both know the same languageand are both lonely and are both washing their sheet in water and are both worried that […] Tim Kahl Hellhound I was damned by the pitches of the street vendors.They growled their medicine could bring a glimpse of the devil, so I got some and gave a little to the hellhound on my trail. That dog looked likeit had learned to take a beating, one leg shorterthan all the others. […] Jennifer Crow Silk Road Who follows the road beyond the city?Ghosts whirling dust under sunset skiesand wizard-folk sweeping the bone-strewn pathwith the long hems of tattered robesstitched in tarnished sigils and scentedby skin and spice. The guilty creepthrough moonlit valleys, the hopeful hurryacross mountain passes, the lost gather berriesand mourn kin with their ancient […] T.D. Walker First Generation: The Miner Writes Home to His Grandmother Regarding His Upcoming Wedding 1. Here there are hundreds not in part but the whole maybe thousands of things like a riveryou’d say no to, like me like sea billowsjust sitting here, waiting whatever my lotfor all the kids to […] Eva Papasoulioti Voyage Season There are travelers who come back. Not many, buthope bites through bones, and your bones were alreadyfrail, eaten by pesticides and acid rain. The world beyondour world is vast, takes sacrifice, cowardice and gritted teeth to see it. The first time we met, in your small garden, you […] Patricia Gomes Where Once We Swam She sits cross-legged on hard-packed dirt, balancing a small clay bowl atop her burnt bald head. Her spine is rigid, her eyes closed. She opens her mouth to catch the overflow from the bowl, while praying ceaselessly for rain to gods without shape, without name, but the gods […] Peter Milne Greiner Atlas of Guam Ordinary dream: is it time to suspect this planet too is hollow and held aloft by gods in beta or should I hold off for another twenty-nine thousand years Spend the billowing aurorae I want so badly in my lungs Borrow against my better judgment […] |
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