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francine j harris
water 4

i have walked with half a skull and i have walked
with a blanch shell. i have walked, legs
split hungry, and i have walked too old.

Frannie Lindsey

Apparition   Sometimes you visit bringing the lilacs’ stifle and chill sometimes the earthworms’ benevolent gleam   sometimes you visit and all of my nights alone harbor their dark as a fugitive   sometimes you visit and the never-swept dust   blossoms into brown chittering birds   and sometimes the gust of May lifts the […]

Chard deNiord

Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth/
with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life,/
so that a trace of her children might remain, transforming it

Chard deNiord

In steps at your command/down the plank of a tall
fast ship with the salt/of sex across its lips.

Gary Moore

I wanted the prize but the prize looked the other way
It was the other prize

Laura Budofsky Wisniewski

You can dress my naked genome up.
You can teach it art and poetry,
but it will pace the corners of the night
grunting, ‘Something else. There’s something else.’

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