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Diana Magallón & Jonathan Minton from Letters Diana Magallón says that drawing was her first language. She is the author of Oxygenation, De l’oiseau et de l’eau, largoscabellosflotantes, Bravísima...
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S. K. Kelen19961996: watching the news on a TV at the airport (worse than the dark days of Febuary and libary)Even air changed, felt soggy, people spoke a new tongue, dropping r from words. On TV the...
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Lynn StronginGREW UP IN MILL TOWNS in Massachusetts A townie she was: a mill town The color of the brown cane, an inverted umbrella, a color that shattered childhood Like picking up a hand grenade in a...
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Arrowsmith ForgeYou might get bit if you try to save a dog from deathI talk to the strangers the strangler the better golden brown bronze texture like sunDeeply rootedLedger of references...
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Pete Spence[Untitled]get your mezzo out of herego fall off the western edge of Africathe Canary Islands may take you inif you sing sweetly though the Dugongwill stay aloofthe coral needs colouringfind...
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Kon Μarkοgiannis Kon Μarkοgiannis is a photographic artist-visual poet-independent researcher with an interest in themes such as memory, mortality, spirituality, the human condition, the exploration of...
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Jim LeftwichThe Four Oaks Poems (Page 1)punctuated equilibrium air conditioning with or without a cat sleeping on the front porch under a wooden swing; the clothes hamper, with or without bottled...
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Jim LeftwichThe Four Oaks Poems (Page 2)thiagr humble drive ohuThe ultimate, hidden truth of the world is that it is something that we make, and could just as easily make differently.– David Graeber...
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Jim LeftwichThe Four Oaks Poems (Page 3)ground ground eye newt riot foam the egg spinning what combs a ground ghosts a ground anew rot foamy leg inning shoeless pollen trap vibrating rodents becoming...
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Jim LeftwichThe Four Oaks Poems (Page 4)invocations of agribusinessthought crinkles and theplanet bevels. unexpectedeggs inform a new highlight. a torpedo on a tripod.other deepeningcalls to loss. the...
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Michael J. LeachBack to the Sea The Australian summer burns out as we march into autumnal climes. Landlocked here in Central Victoria, I take a short walk around a shallow reservoir. I then pack my...
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Timothy PilgrimAt the Vietnam War Memorial Aged. Going down, gutted. Again. More and more names. Anderson, Andrews. Archer — stole my girl, died in some dark tunnel. Hate, too high a price. Fingers...
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John Stickneyfrom Moby Dick John Stickney is a poet/writer, formerly of Cleveland, Ohio, now residing in the Wilmington, NC area. previous page    ...
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Jack GalmitzAphasia for Beginnerswhat day is itI can't find the wordfor it and it's gonecrazy come oncome back to mesomeone will steal youand feed you and we'llnever see each other againyou'll forget...
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Doug BollingScree 52 Time then I have touched there Am child of all suchHow words stretch through Wanting a stopping placeIs it pastness lurks out there Or tomorrow A tapestry of unmeasured motionsHow...
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Michael SikkemaCharacter Light, 1 - 3 Michael Sikkema is the author of books and chapbooks, including the forthcoming Caw Caw Phony, from Trembling Pillow Press. He is also the editor of Shirt Pocket...
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Kristin GarthAlso Wildflowers Path to the ocean is pebbled, prolonged,perpetually painful, presumed passage-ways wrong. The miles hobble, hinder the strongeven require havens to hide. Scavenge...
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Kyle HemmingsBeing and Nothing Into the Light Direct Contact Covid Cover-Up Lonely Boy Isolation Kyle Hemmings has an MFA from National University, Ca, and has work published in Sonic Boom, Right Hand...
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Joanna Walkden Harris & Pete SpenceWatching the Clouds Roll in.lying against a living branch like dinosaur bonesentangled behind a stringy barque prowling the airsails around as old branches...
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