by Suzanne Verrall
while everyone else went home laden
I was left
empty-handed
unable to find
a pair of size nine beds
for my sleepwalking feet Continue reading
by Suzanne Verrall
while everyone else went home laden
I was left
empty-handed
unable to find
a pair of size nine beds
for my sleepwalking feet Continue reading
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by A.C. Dobell
didn’t say it like other people say it
with a playful hesitation at its unfamiliarity
in their mouths; it was one exhale,
four syllables rounded one small fire
in the night. I don’t use it often, Continue reading
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by JD Debris
It’s a long walk home from the arena,
through backend streets of outer Buenos Aires,
a chintzy, provincial championship belt
slung over his shoulder, rhinestones almost already
falling, with the bounce of his sneaker-soles, on cobblestone. Continue reading
by Shareen K. Murayama
I thought it was a trick
of the eye, when two light waves
complement each other,
strengthening their reflection
painting rainbows in soap bubbles,
on butterfly wings, and seashells. Continue reading
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by Heather Truett
I’d like to be there, but not to find aliens or get one over on the government. I would like to be inside that energy, the kind that leads you to whisper about extraterrestrials in the dark, meet strangers in a desert, not climbing literal fences, but breaking boundaries, nonetheless. I’d like to be inside one of those fifteen rooms in the local motel, booked solid, maybe sitting on a balcony as the sun goes down. Someone breaks open a glow stick, the neon green waving underneath a sky gaudy with stars. Continue reading
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