by Wren Tuatha
We turn to walk back to our blanket
and you mention dating profiles
that say love walking on the beach…
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by Wren Tuatha
We turn to walk back to our blanket
and you mention dating profiles
that say love walking on the beach…
Continue reading
by L. Noelle McLaughlin
Nobody went to work this week
The whole world has the flu
You soup me and save me and gatorade me
I have no choice but to rabbit you afterwards 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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