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Credit: Emily TarnawaA PAIR OF PARROTS COME IN FOR SURGERY
not subtlety, and at sundown begin moaning. The veterinarians act more veterinarianly. It must be internal damage. It must be the liver rupturing. Yes, the liver. And that is how these prognoses tend. Diagnosis being […]
Credit: Laura Falsetti1973
Sometimes my breath catches in my throat and won’t let go. The only real danger in this world is sleeping though it seems as if the humidifier is breathing along with us. Can you feel it?[…]
Proclamación de Amores
Poets are just whisperers, whispering the rose verse, Weaving words as a curse. They wander the groves In order to find doves. They wander the meadows, So they find adagios. They wander the streams, To find the crowns of queens. Poets are just whisperers, Who their lament makes ornate.[…]
Credit: Julian Parker-BurnsOpuntia stenopetala / translation or prayer / luciérnaga
your island, before storms and faces crashed on your shores with new names for death and stolen lands, whips and dark nights, histories of ancestors piled in the hulls of ships[…]
At the Lynching Museum, Bryan Stevenson Says / Signs Nailed to the Mailbox on Winnequah Road / Reparations
The auction block still rides on the black backs of ghosts hurling themselves town to town […]
Credit: Jobi AdamsSigns Of Spring / Who Made The World / Black Gold
The chapped lips of last season’s flora, the winter-cracked cattails slowly recovering their limber. Today I saw a willow precisely […]
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Photo credit: Ryley Eden Priest Dear Mama / Watercolor / They Tell Us to Live in the Moment Because the Moment is All We May Have
I want our childhood back to watch the ice break off at the shoreline and float away when the sun begins to warm the waters of Lake Superior early spring. Or spend whole Saturdays planting the pink and purple candy-striped petunias you loved in flower boxes and along the borders of our little sidewalk. […]
Credit: Tyler RasoDepression Aubade, or My Therapist Has a Breakthrough / Feedback
Everyday the author takes the bus like a distant hum, I love that. I love that somebody leaves the author a voicemail and doesn’t talk about pain as a thin golden feather. I love that the author calls back.[…]
Credit: Kevin NguyenAn Ode to MC Jin Ending in Response to the Chinese Virus Outbreak
I don’t even feel comfortable in public coughing,
Without someone trying to put a nail in it. And that’s nothing to sneeze at. No hand washing or hand sanitizer will clean you of your phobias.[…]
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