Persistent Complex Bereavement Disorder (Complicated Grief)

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Chelsea Dingman   “The truth is, that every death is violent.”-Samuel Johnson Then, let me know the violence of the last day of sun. The violence of a thousand orphaned forget-me-nots, floating in the fields. The women bent in child- birth. The child who hanged herself inside me before birth. Let me know the violence…

A Lesson in Weight and Thankfulness

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Moira J. I am borne of cactus fruit and seeds from the mesquite tree—my arms are weatherworn and I dream of dancing, my legs giving way to tallow and meat, bones being worked into needles and scrapers for flesh-ridden hides.         I have gathered salt from the desert         to trade for granite tips and…

Riddle of the Runaway Earth

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Johnny Damm Benjamin Patterson (1934-2016) Johnny Damm is the author of Science of Things Familiar (The Operating System, 2017) and the chapbooks Your Favorite Song (Essay Press, 2016) and The Domestic World: A Practical Guide (Little Red Leaves, forthcoming). His work has recently appeared in Poetry, Denver Quarterly, the Rumpus, Drunken Boat, and…

Tigers for Tamir Rice

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2017 Greg Grummer Poetry Award Winner, Chosen by Monica Youn   Jennifer Givhan My last time in the underworld I followed        a tiger          the book said tigers could be shapeshifters          could be carried to their beds          the hemp of their claws…

Register of Futures: Florida

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Jessica Guzman Alderman   1. The limestone crevasse like stale bread & phosphogypsum butter,                                    one drawn gulp under a power plant— how the mangroves faint into her jaws, butterfly kiss           the aquifer. From planes tourists huzzah Our own moon crater, grip their polyurethane backrests  to follow the fishing boats’ diminishing arabesques, &…

An Enormous Number of Possible Configurations

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Margaret Cipriano   We believed in starting small so we examined ourselves in the light of a hundred different kitchens, and with stunning alacrity, concluded we were just some planetary ache. A working out of particles. What a dreamy trapeze, he says. What ordinary lonelys, I reply. Conversation around knives is like that, one must…

lIght bird

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Matt Trease   This Light Within Dirt This living grid in midnight dining with tiny bird pickings this trick within thinking   Light Trip Within Bird Cry 1. within this lightning 2. with this iris 3. with this wing (within) Within This Wing   Visiting with crisis in this victim wind Prickly with which night?…

MS Nocturne Without a Magician

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Emily Rose Cole   Night of hacksaw wind & tick-fat moon, of dog groan & failed medication, night I’m filling with letters to the body I can’t sleep in: Dear body,     get your shit together because if we keep going to the bathroom this much, we’ll never sleep more than an hour at…

Constellation of a Missing Girl

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Anita Olivia Koester   after Jamaal May   Girl with glitter wings painted on either cheek, spread purple up cheek bones. Girl with pink ribbons tied to handle bars, girl with purple bike lock and public transit orbit. Girl with NASA sticker and Harvard flag. Girl soft as molding clay. Girl as not yet drowned…

cesarean vegetarian

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Dylan Krieger   and then the oinklets wriggle out of me in all their mammary glamor, in their interminable gallows laugh of nothing left but bereft receptacles and pentacles that lift. on top of every barren birth you pinned to me, there was also the matter of your hips’ wanting width, of sisters destined to…
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