— Geometrical regularity and a line full of nudes and an alphabet we could dance to and come together oh why don’t you come on one two three one two three. It’s rhythmic, the…
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Bird Poem by Alicia Salvadeo
Bird Poem by Alicia Salvadeo It always begins with a dumb little bird: Keats under plums, Whitman on the beach, Williams at his window eyeing trees, the sun rising a minute later than…
Jantzen Beach
— I am Tonya Harding before she invented rollerskates. When she can’t find a thing worth buying, I look for twice as long. You are not my husband. Your arms blunt their violence in…
sonnet during drought by Alicia Salvadeo
— the Tibetan landlady and i ought to concede our brown fingers. she can’t grow tomato plants, hydrangea; i, no hope for pothos, Pittsburgh ivy, aloe; basil leaves, see-through. her son babbles all summer in…
On High Street by Benjamin Sutton
— Let me draw your attention, says the gun. The sky litters stucco-snow, as we all drop. Beside me, a soon-to-be with a busted lip says, the guns in this neighborhood are getting more and…