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By Lea Marshall
“Highlighter yellow, dignity / of curled claw, still open eye. Hard lesson of weightlessness // on my palm.”
By Lea Marshall
“Highlighter yellow, dignity / of curled claw, still open eye. Hard lesson of weightlessness // on my palm.”
By Lisa Compo
“Night collapsed into day. Silence fell, / somewhere a new dimension grew.”
By Sylvia Fox
“Here I kiss the peach fuzz undersides of dandelion leaves, / of sharp-edged thistle for the tingle left behind, / my mouth a new land too”
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“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”
“Name this revenge. Name it absence. Name / the embers numberless as stars as / our daughter walks alone”
By Nwodo Divine
“At the mouth of the village, children gather snail shells. / They press them to their ears to listen to the death of rain.”