by Emily McIlroy
I climb into the ear
of the island–auricle of ash
rising above blue lung. Continue reading
by Emily McIlroy
I climb into the ear
of the island–auricle of ash
rising above blue lung. Continue reading
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by Claire Scott
I ask him if he heard the banshees last night
baying at the moon, a sure sign of impending disaster
my husband is slicing radishes with a spoon
he looks up but says nothing Continue reading
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by Sophia Velasquez Martinez
Overripe mangoes
melt in wicker baskets
strays sip from sprinkler head pools Continue reading
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by Elliott Gish
The customer has hair on his knuckles. That is the first thing I notice when I look up and see him standing in front of the service desk, his hands resting gently on its edge. The hair is black and thick, growing in wild tufts like those on the tails of wild pigs.
“Excuse me, miss. If I might have a moment of your time.” Continue reading
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by Lucas Smith
On our last day of volunteering
There were leopard sharks
In the shallows breeding.
Hundreds of sharks
Swarming like milk in coffee.
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