by Wendi White
…and on the 8th day,
after Adam and Eve failed
that totally rigged test,
the people got busy
arguing.
Should they herd the ones with hooves
or begin to plant seeds?
Should they fill their stores with grain
or share it with strangers?
And what about the dates in the oasis?
Who owns those,
not to mention the water? Continue reading
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by Sammi Yamashiro
I swore I would never return.
To the kitchen, I mean. Where my mother fed her cranky children
a preview of the meal to come. Why did I? Well, because
the spoon she used to feed me with, she lost.
Her pots and pans littered the floor, creating a landfill my height.
How could I ever reach the dining room table?
I will find a way. Continue reading
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by Esther Sadoff
stops in the middle of the roundabout
under the pretense she wants to make
sure oncoming traffic has stopped
and I’m not sure anymore whether she understands
the purpose of the roundabout
or whether she’s stopping for spite,
to prove to us she really is the queen of the road. Continue reading
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by Taylor Light
She crafts her ruses for survival:
camouflage, a severed arm,
distracting patterns, expulsion of ink;
or how her soft body can squeeze
through small holes for hiding spots.
This is her daily practice: play Continue reading
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by Megan Brown
Do you think,
at this altitude / we leave
footprints on the clouds? / or like feet
in the ocean are they swept / away in wind-tide.
Wind tied up in our hair / pressing every direction but home
it erases the traces of years / left behind, so high
we are swimmers / drowning an act of faith
when the air leaves / us
light-headed. Continue reading
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