by Lucas Carpenter
Tech experts found it interred in the paint,
a husk of the torso in light vegetation green,
evidence of the flying insect hazard
of plein air painting. There must be
more bug corpses buried in the corpus
of his work. He once complained
about picking flies from fresh creations. Continue reading
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by Joseph Murphy
The wind’s labored words smashed pine cone and shell.
White caps ignited, plunging
though gable, eave; eddying
within the hum of bees. Continue reading
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by Jory Mickelson
forget the man in the boat
forget its white boards
forget the light on his face
the steel locks that he’s resting
above the oars Continue reading
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by Elmer Omar Pizo
We scarecrows, propped up alone or lumped in groups of twos or threes
in the middle of the rice fields,
feel all right even though we can’t exchange glances, talk to each other,
or walk away from the fields. Continue reading
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by Ace Boggess
He seemed reserved, inward,
too calm for the cloak
of frenzy his reputation wore. Continue reading
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