ORIGAMI AND SWEATERS by Kennie Romero

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ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero Yextla, 1970 Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor putting incantations on abuelitawho laid in bed near oblivion’s curtain...

A BAG OF HANDS Mather Schneider

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A BAG OF HANDSBy Mather Schneider A BAG OF HANDS Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bagthey found them: 12 severed handsremoved from their owners, for thievery, por rateros, and put in this bag, the kind of bagyou...

ENAMORED by Susie Gharib

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EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante  Evolution During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...

EVOLUTION by Eduardo Escalante

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EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante  Evolution During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...

TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young

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TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso. DoI need to spell out my grand- father spends a lot...

SOME NIGHTS by Dianne Moritz

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SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz SIX Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn boozy serves-you-rights,While blood spilled,Staining my summer smock.Aunie brought me milkStraight...

BARE HYMN by Seth Jani

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BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani  Mountain Pass I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we give it.The grass blades are silentBut they voice the summer...

GOLEM by Leslie Philibert

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GOLEMBy Leslie Philibert    Lemons for Klarafor Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut tough and half eternalthe lemon tree growscool and silent;this makes you remain.      Golem unholy earth, dark with stein,unformed...

FORGIVENESS WEARS NO CROWN by Richard Weaver

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FORGIVENESS WEARS NO CROWNBy Richard Weaver Winter Solstice: A Sermon The moon shifts its fixed position.What it has done for whatever reasonits shadows are left behindand a question remains:should math determinewhat rises unfathomed?Beyond number? Past silence?Meantime,...

LUNAE LUMEN by Sara Pridmore Bailey

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LUNAE LUMENBy Sara Pridmore Bailey  Vix Satis The world is made of broken pieces:Broken bodies, broken minds,Broken spirits, broken dreams.Collect all the pieces.Take your timePutting it all back together.The cracks will always be there.Some wounds never...