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  • The Poetry of Joshua Michael Stewart & Amy Pence

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    “My brother bought/ a dime bag and a revolver from a guy named Kool-Aid./ My mother was crowned a welfare queen, and drove/ a Cadillac assembled out of political mythology./ I smoked my…

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  • The Poetry of John Pursley III

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    “He went to the kitchen for water, for air, for the screws that tightened in his chest, & when he returned it was if she had diminished to a viceroy of herself, nothing…

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  • The Poetry of Jennifer Schomburg Kanke

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    “Bessie’s gone under the water,/baby held high in the air/hoping that someone will grab her./Safety was only a few streets away/when the boat capsized/into the flooded street./Men in the nearby john boats/quickly plucked…

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  • The Poetry of Wendy McVicker & Cathy Cultice Lentes

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    “I believe, oh yes! We will get there./We’ll row out from these islands/where we’re marooned, sorting shells/and scribbling notes to send/into the dark. We’ll gather/on that porch and lift our glasses/in a salute…

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  • The Poetry of James Engelhardt

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    “The game was simple:/get to the city center, harass the other boy’s soldiers./Like my brother and cousins, it was always boys,/but on this box a yellow chick, harried, flees,/and a young rabbit looks…

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  • The Poetry of Richard Allen Taylor

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    “Like my father and grandfather before me, I paint/these walls to the light of a torch usually held/by an apprentice, my son. Today, I wedge the torch/in a crevice as my boy crosses…

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  • The Poetry of James Cervantes

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    “’There is no/such thing as/piano accompaniment’/becomes difficult/for him to say in/his mellifluous voice/of thick, dark oatmeal/However, if/‘There is no/such thing as/piano on the streets/of New York/at 9 a.m. this day/in the year of…

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  • The Poetry of Zorina Exie Frey

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    “Form can’t hold me. My fleshy vessel contains too much./Metrics can suppress a message. To say, braves feats of strength./What does the Milky Way weigh? What is the meter of galaxy?/Through math, we…

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  • The Writing of Marream Krollos

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    “. . .The horses can focus. They will not be disturbed by their vision. I am too loud when I speak. We are also too loud. The horses stay quiet in the city.…

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  • The Poetry of Adrienne Burris

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    “I want to tell both wolves that one year ago,/my brother died in the middle of the night./Died suddenly and alone, so this freefall, over/the edge with breath-catching, body strapped/floating over steel beams,…

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