by Mercedes Lawry
I talk about Ian Fleming
and James Bond.
He talks about Lord of the Rings,
the movie, gently pinches
my arm and stabs. Continue reading
by Mercedes Lawry
I talk about Ian Fleming
and James Bond.
He talks about Lord of the Rings,
the movie, gently pinches
my arm and stabs. Continue reading
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by Black Knox
And so they went Mauka in their four wheel drives
Jolting beyond the heat pitted lava crust ever higher into the cool canopy, limbs spreading above towering
Trunks
Swelling thick boughs
Remote Island in the midst of a vast
Slumbering blue
The only place on earth where one can still find these primordial trees, the Koa
And the Native Hapu‘u Continue reading
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by Jocelyn Sears
I’ll leave the lions
to you, the elephants with their tusks white
and chiseled as pieces of soap. Let me
be a swallow. Continue reading
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by Lucille Lang Day
For Bill
Old man, gaunt, with scraggly gray hair
and cancer of the spine, greeting me
from your deathbed, what binds us now is
the past—the night when you were seventeen
and I was drunk and you pulled me away
from the boys who would abuse me. Continue reading
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by Josh Rathkamp
I’m watching TV, something about fashion
housewives curb appeal pawn shops kids
drinking and fighting until I realize
even if it’s not a rerun, I’ve seen it before
numerous times, a whole
Continue reading
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