by Mary Morris
We discover the saint in the reliquary
is also the patron saint of epilepsy.
Beheaded after assisting persecuted martyrs,
often painted with red roses and a rooster, Continue reading
by Mary Morris
We discover the saint in the reliquary
is also the patron saint of epilepsy.
Beheaded after assisting persecuted martyrs,
often painted with red roses and a rooster, Continue reading
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by Robert Evory
like stepping on a dormouse –
brown leather dried and cracked like eczema;
years of stretch and pivot: dirt,
salt, and rain. Downstairs, neighbors
hear him return home, walk to the kitchen, Continue reading
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by Rajiv Mohabir
Why throw your bangles
in the river at all? Melt the gold
into a charm to keep you safe from night.
Henna is darkest before dawn
as mud that clings to the palm. Continue reading
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by Madison Jones IV
I
When the feeling returns, it is time to circle the house
with senescent light caving out the kitchen window against
sharpening noon. Retrieve the blank parchment and toss
the top sheet as an offering to the air. As it flutters
toward the rug, think of synonyms for your regrets, blankness Continue reading
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by Chrys Tobey
I’m not sure if she was always a planet
far off in our solar system, farthest from the sun,
made of ice and rock – or if it happened the year
I was born, the year the great blizzard swept through.
Continue reading
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