Our Breath./ They took what was theirs.
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Two Poems by Alana de Hinojosa
I took so long to learn / the black in pockets is you
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Two Poems by Victoria Chang
Somewhere, in the morning, my mother / had become the sketch.
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Three Poems by Sandra Beasley
You are the sunburn / where there is no sun, a canary nested / in the ribcage of a miner.
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Children are backlogs / in the isolation tent
Read MoreTwo Poems by Lisa Huffaker
the raw energy of / threat
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Two Poems by Kelly R. Samuels
How industrious and cheerful we appear, opening/ the water back up to the sky,
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Sometimes Love Looks Like by Edie Meade
It's love in a silent spell/ tinkering in separate rooms
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Roadkill by Lisa Lopez Smith
...witnessing the necessary work / of decomposing, composting, nature cycling, / until one day...
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Two Poems by Collin Van Son
Ten degrees and it’s night, painted stars/ adorning my flask.
A Name Is a Haunting by Sage Ravenwood
The sound splices my lips in bitten denial
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A 360° Photograph of San Francisco’s Ocean Beach by Dimiter Kenarov
Giddy, I spin the landscape around myself until I feel again like a child.
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Two Poems by Leah Claire Kaminski
Now that I’ve stopped, I have more time to think about things like rocks, slightly less for thinking about self-loathing.
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Memory Like Form Filling Void by Eli Coyle
Where do things go when in their leaving, /when they're uprooted and carried/ somewhere else?
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Two Poems by Michael Battisto
I wear/ my drab green gown and listen/ to the insecurities of the nurses.
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Two Poems by Kathryne David Gargano
a trembling/ of finches, for example: flung down/ a coal mine/ if she returns to me/ i am safe to remain
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Body (mine) by Amanda Leahy
We supposed / you were / mute, or / dying. We threw you / to / wolves; / they / didn't want / you.
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Two Poems by E.C. Belli
Fog can be an atmospheric condition or / a type of bewilderment— / I am asked to think of ways / In which I can keep it / From settling
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Three Poems by Ceren Ege
My mother chose to place his lungs in rice long before the doctors decided to / tease the tumor. Let the grains pull
out the chicken stock from its veins long before she stopped / cooking. My father was a quiet man.
Spontaneous Abortion by Nancy Beauregard
shut / off the lights climb back / into bed place a pillow / under your knees ask / forgiveness
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