See how the orchidson the windowsillsupstairs and down wait studded with budsall on the verge of openingat once […]
Wendy Chen
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say this is true […]
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We are here for mottled, for swerve and slingshot.Here to collect our things, for further study, mis-reading the […]
I still think that this might be real. So hard ...
a found poem: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I long for February—the damn giantshutting me up […]
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Dear __________, The parade ground is a field […]
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I remember staining my life at the crosslike any good church girl, my sincrushed like a dead bird, […]
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Dear__________, Sometimes, you would lose a friend […]
Departure by Hussain Ahmed
What if, at the end, it’s just untitled? No pathwayto the summary, theme, gist, where you stood and […]
Camber by Gale Batchelder
How everything turns away quite leisurely from the disaster ~ W.H. Auden Even from watching his father, […]