Carmine
By Ren Wilding
“At the pharmacy, I pluck butterfly wings / from my wallet to stop / anything from fluttering in you.”
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By Ren Wilding
“At the pharmacy, I pluck butterfly wings / from my wallet to stop / anything from fluttering in you.”
“add: checked [in the beginning, there was a void world, / & god made a terrace out of bones, & the bones became bodies,”
Winner of the 2024 Previously Published Poem Prize Nicole Wan-Ting Lee for “Deluge: A Chinese Almanac” — first …
“I have not yet inhaled the hair of this man / who will take me in my too-rough sheets.”
By ena ganguly
“the whispers do not fail to reach our ears / like spider webs we walk into them / without knowing it”
“when nothing is happening, when nothing is being said, but you feel like life is finally happening, even if you are just catching their jawline and no one else knows why you almost dropped your wine.”
“For three weeks I watch geese at sunset / outside the hospital window, bellies lit orange”
“like a cry of ecstasy, and the solemn / countenance of the resin Mary / perched above my desk looks coy-“
By Skye Jackson
“my body drips inky like the night / in my almost lover’s arms; / torso bends, metallic & lush,”