by John Grey
I strolled through the alfalfa field
circled by panicked insects
and with a storm slowly making something
of the warm, too peaceful, air. Continue reading
by John Grey
I strolled through the alfalfa field
circled by panicked insects
and with a storm slowly making something
of the warm, too peaceful, air. Continue reading
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by Doreen Beyer
He wears the eyes of his ancestors,
small dots
the sharp points of bird bone,
black indelible eyes
enormous with the weight of knowledge. Continue reading
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by Chris Bullard
Hell is the new black.
Everyone is going there,
so plan a visit in winter.
The chill on your face
will almost make you feel alive. Continue reading
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by Esteban Rodríguez
Because every computer would die,
and software would become a relic
overnight, your father packed a survival kit,
bought extra water, canned food,
cartridges for a shotgun he feared
he’d have to use, warning of asesinos,
ladrones, of a desperation that would lead us
to do things we thought we’d never do.
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by Kathleen Hellen
“Find Your Fearless,” said the piggy
on the desk in separate offices
of banks of America, Continue reading
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