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Koi Swim at Night, J. V. Sumpter
The last time you went outside, you thought you were drowning, the moon, a solitary dime flashing up from the bottom of the sky’s dark...
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- Jun 10, 2021
- 1 min
Augur, Butcherbird, Jack Hartley
CW: death, mentions of suicide We’re walking over the bridge in the town’s meager forest when you tell me a girl our age killed herself...
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- Jun 6, 2021
- 1 min
Rattlesnake Bones, Claire Cortese
You can hear the marrow clatter around in the hollow porcelain canisters like marbles in a tin can. The children play dice in the...
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- Jun 5, 2021
- 1 min
A Love Poem to Insanity, Claire Cortese
My guardian angel is a black skulled demon. Pearl white marble eyes and razor teeth, she rises with the moon to perch at the edge of my...
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- Jun 3, 2021
- 1 min
Flight, Judith Kelly Quaempts
The woman who talks to crows lives on the top of a hill in a one room house with a tin roof. Here, wild horses roam and when it storms,...
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- Jun 2, 2021
- 2 min
xii. a conversation with william s. burroughs, Dante Émile
CW: mentions of death & murder “Death is only waiting for something to begin,” late beat poet William S. Burroughs told me in a dream....
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- Jun 1, 2021
- 1 min
ii. this love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out, Dante Émile
CW: violence Every day a bullet wound, every day fresh shrapnel to harvest from my chest. There are four eyes in the mirror and none of...
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- May 31, 2021
- 1 min
iii. dreamhome heartaches, Dante Émile
CW: violence Let me see what dances behind those eyes. Let me set them on the bedside table and scoop your brains out with my fingers....
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- May 30, 2021
- 1 min
ix. monster theory, Dante Émile
CW: mentions of violence When do we become so rotten the earth won’t even take us back? What is it that will finally force us to strip...
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- May 28, 2021
- 1 min
i will never love the taste of cherries on my tongue, Calia Jane Mayfield
CW: mentions of blood and violence but i will love you like mosquitoes love small Georgia children in June like honeysuckles and knife...
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- May 25, 2021
- 1 min
Conecuh, Adam Kamerer
CW: death We walk the many miles of Conecuh National Forest in December after the summer fires, past the empty firewatch tower into...
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- May 24, 2021
- 1 min
Caterwaul, Adam Kamerer
Tonight, sleep and slip a little free of your bones leave, go on, ghost out into the wilds and stalk beneath the cedar trees and the...
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- May 23, 2021
- 1 min
Hebeloma, Adam Kamerer
CW: death Wake and walk the white mist, the dawn fog, the breath of moss and bark. Listen to the birds holding their breaths. Wake and...
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- May 21, 2021
- 2 min
Grief Beggar, Karly Jacklin
CW: death Phonograph, record the sounds of grief. Go on, contraption of the ending 19th century, replay it for us, reimagine his ghost...
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- May 20, 2021
- 1 min
In a pool somewhere in Georgia, Karly Jacklin
CW: death, drowning someone mistook your drowning for a teenage boy’s pissing contest, the kind that happens while everyone is turned...
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- May 16, 2021
- 1 min
Mothman's girlfriend doesn't wait, Lynn Finger
at home for him. They have it out one night about how he jumps into the headlights on the bridge. She calls it “greedy seeking,” instead...
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- May 13, 2021
- 1 min
Gluttony, Fareh Malik
You were a wide mouth with a black hole for a stomach whose favourite foods were hourglasses and valentines cards Fareh Malik has erupted...
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- May 10, 2021
- 1 min
a winter place, Omar Zahzah
where trees bear flickering lamps where home is always that much farther where sleep is the bread you break tomorrow a sunken bone where...
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- May 9, 2021
- 1 min
waiting, Omar Zahzah
you remember when you heard that ghosts don’t exist you didn’t hear it alone night grown stiff familiar sounds hostile but waiting to be...
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- May 8, 2021
- 1 min
North: Haiku Series, Isabella Melians
Previously published in The Weight Journal Left church, three-thirty: a rabbit in the outskirts. Say goodbye to Grace. Seeds buried...
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