“Isle of Flights” By Junpei Tarashi

If I told them everything, I think the birdswould tut, sympathy coating every titter, claiming that the world would be betteroff had I succeeded the first, the second, the eleventh time I triedTo rid this monster of its next second — its reflectionin a noose, its remembrance painted in a yellow CAUTION tape begging            “Active Scene of Crime …

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“Grain” By Durell Smith

Alone with the films I don’t remember. Blue heavy air rests on my face I’m trying to bring out unintelligible noise like two cats fighting in the corner of my bedroom. It is the math. The dissonance of my imagination but I couldn’t believe the same words were pulled out of you.  Waiting for letters while diadems of flowers are formed. They are worth …

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“taken to private areas & harmed” By Jason Emde

thwarted by typhoons & no ferryto Aka Island till maybe tomorrowwe rent a car & driveto the Former JapaneseNavy UndergroundHeadquarters — Okinawa meansrope over the sea — hacked deep in the hill in ’44 by soldierswith pickaxes & hoes & ropebaskets for haulingthe dirt to the surface,450 meters & notoilets & now here comes the Typhoon of …

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“Crushed Crickets” By Hamza Naseer

In my silent meditation, hushed words quiver and mutter, begging for release; to be unleashed from their confines —rattling their chains in a crescendothat cannot be left unforeseen or unheard. I bend my head to these words. The trees prostrate themselves before the figure that is formed. The date is chewed and shared with the …

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“Cracked Sestina” By Paula K Lewis-Gamble

Danny says he’ll sell from under-neath me. Where does the magic gowhen the house is pulled away? Anyway,I believe him, so I stitch my lips tomy eyes by the corners, and scramble thelittle yellow suns with a pinch of black pepper. I walked into a purple-blackbruise again. He doesn’t under-stand why I can’t just be …

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“Mirrors: A Conversation” By Allison Goldstein

You see it again    as    glass,     the daylight's shifting    alliances each view          a mild     dissection slivered    in        shadow how quickly  the silver eye    absorbs    every flaw or       sideways        glance you search           the raw sea     for approval, water     holding      its breath, in darkness            your skingreen              eyes gray clouds       lost     in shadow what will you find,    seeking shelter beneath——— this bending     surface? A slight breeze         the curtain shifts — you float   through      light,     the image               skews. Now beige,  now         pink. I …

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“The Last Letter” By Charissa Roberson

Wait a moment.The boys are laughing outside,Chasing leaves through the dust.Pale leaves curl around the sill,Like fragile ears bending to listen.I have your words in my hand.They weigh heavy. Just paper,A bit of ink, traced there byA cold and trembling hand.Yet I feel worlds between my fingers.Not just this one, but the next.I have always …

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