“tupperware” By Robin Gow

at the first sign of rain i went outside into our tiny square of a backyard, took the fishing rod. (the one we used twice a year) (if we were lucky). (from the wall of the garage) (the line still tangled all around everything). i put the spare hooks through my lip (you wouldn't approve) i …

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“These Things” By Alexis Draut

These things I tell you,you will never regret: Love the speed of that cloud in frontof the moon and you will never take forgranted the color of a clear day.Talk kindly to not only animals but alsoto flowers and weeds.Learn to compost.Understand how everything effectseverything. Be humble enoughto pick up the shit of your ownfriendly …

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“american threnody” By Jungmin Bae

I—an existential antimony of meatballs, kimchi on the side. The man in front of me is American, open-faced & blue-blooded. Seoul is so strident, he says of the weather. I abstain from dimples because of too much practice; besides, niceties are servile. His eyes are green like money and cannabis. He wants to touch my …

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I Was Told That High School Was the Final Frontier” By Mary Cartwright

It’s the time of revisions like self-confidence from the open slip n’ slide across my teeth, freed from those gates. Losing the little bumps scattered like a graveyard of self-esteem on the chin that Momma says don't pick and it’s gonna leave a mark. Revisions like the two mounds that get all the stares. I …

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“Alarm” By Renee Emerson

This morning, I stayed in from my neighborhood walk in the near-dark of 5:30, my witness of garages’ parting lips, cars slipping out with headlights gleaming on asphalt. Always, too, the birdcall, birdcall, sweet robins and bluebirds, trilling in the day. In the dream, she was held down, screaming, This will not happen, It will not  happen, the men and cars in a half-moon …

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“I’ve Got a Guy on the Inside” By Jake Bailey

The needle was always a riddle, hole-punch puncturing oil-slick flesh, a lawn worker aerating overgrown dirt, severed eyeball eating hair-raised grass, wwwwswallow swallow swallowing laundry wwwwwwwwwhanging wwwwabove a three-legged stool, high-heel hooves teetering on raised platform, wwwwcrust-rimmed bowl loosening over maggot-rot potatoes, wwwwwwwwwwho wants stew? It’s a kind of neon photosynthesis, shimmer-shaking silver sucked up …

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“Her Negotiations Stand” By James Grabill

Her lit candles in the dark blow past negotiating room windows. She quickens in response to methane fizzing into Arctic waters. Her din’s driven by shattered glass estates in original stillness. She burned chopped wood in a hearth to survive the old world, and now her devices draw power out of waves of light in …

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