Author: phoebejournal

[obscenity for the advancement of poetry #6]

Poetry kathryn l. pringle

there’s a stitch in my rib it is mobile it has been there for a week it is hard not to lie

down with a stitch / secure all the rooms / sleep in front...

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Daydreamt

Without smoke, you fill my throat with smoke. I taste the flames shimmy across my tongue’s meridian. You are not one of the tastes it is programmed to process. You replace my breath. I exhale you...

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ANNUNCIATION

Too alive to it, too aware of it. How it fits in mine but does not resemble my own. An animal’s hand. The one thing no one else wanted. She asks me to help her and her idiot son down the wet...

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from SORROW ARROW

Poetry Emily Kendal Frey

You are stringing arrows by a lilac bush

Every time I forget a person my body apologizes

Bad night of dreaming

The rows of devils thick as trash...

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Swampmeat

Poetry Josh Fomon

In the current cycle of this hollow

ground there is a spring

where you hide blue

and in the mud. ...

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Driving Home Through Virginia

Poetry Adam Day

Black-backed, black-masked cardinal

burning on a branch. Season of ice: sense that nothing

is quite solid –...

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You’ll See My Design Inside a Lemon

Poetry Julia Cohen

You leave marks in

the dirt & that’s my pattern, ants

swarming a cut potato...

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From the Other End of the Speculum

Nonfiction Sharon DeBartolo Carmack

Dr. Sweeney had summoned Coroner Edmund Rawson to Mrs. Bird’s boarding house because Eliza was in a “dying state.” Dr. Sweeney told him that...

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This Town

Nonfiction Bret Schulte

When we arrived at Boys Town, we all saw what we wanted to see. I noted that the church was old and stone and shaped like a crucifix the way I liked it....

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A Test for Safe Zones

Poetry Anne Cecelia Holmes

The first thing is how to rescue.

How to be less damaged but damaged enough to seem fair.

A favored method is never use your hands for anything....

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