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there must be a surefire way to separate the ravens from the crows
“at least” is the phrase apologists use to characterize icharus icharus, so white his teeth, icharus, so straight his gait, his cell phone coverage, great, at least they say at least the sea, at least...
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He Dreams of Salt and Sea
The woman knits. Salty green-brown strands slip between her needles, coat her hands with brine. Waves boom onto rocks smeared with moonlight and the wind tastes of mackerel. The coverlet takes shape. A...
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If I Only Had A…
Everything we were looking for Was right there with us all along, In a tidy gingham package. I’m the one who figured it out, of course. Couldn’t stop laughing, for a long time, when it hit me. My...
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Sidereal
She stands watch. Ungloved trigger hand clutching the stock of her gun, she notes the sky isn’t sable, but blue and the night air smells of ozone and wet dirt. He kneels in a puddle of crimson light,...
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The Automaton to Her Engineer
My gears run smooth no more. They bite into each other like a crone’s teeth bite the apple’s flesh, like fingers of a dead man bite the living air. Soon my gears will be stuck, metal to metal and no...
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Interview
In the early days when you first went into space, aboard a space station, you spent time with trained astronauts. How did their company impact on your initial sojourn beyond the Earth? ~~~||~ |~~ ~||...
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Peach Baby
The night I ate that peach was thick with summer rainstorm. If anyone was out in the street under my window they had cat-feet and no breath. The peach was the only prize fruit in a basket of organic...
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Entrance
We were looking for mold, but found the door. I didn’t want to open it. You didn’t want to open it, so it opened itself for us. When I looked in I saw blue-green soft, organ-like shapes growing from...
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How the World was Made—a Super Crown
[Note from poetry editor Bianca Spriggs] Because of its uniqueness, this month’s poetry selection, “How the World Was Made—A Super Crown” by Roger Bonair-Agard, requires some context in terms of...
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Monsters We Create, Woozles We Become
I can still feel the heat from your hair, rough and brown like autumn grass against my cheek as I read to you, Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting And Nearly Catch a Woozle. You’re nearly asleep when I finish,...
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In the Day After the World Stopped Being
Bleached sky drapes over charred branches— her bare feet cut imprints in the ash layers. Echoes double back on each other until there’s only silence. She sorts through debris— chains of coal, frail...
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The Owl Child
Her dark eyes shine As skin slips off And feathers sprout like grass Familiar wings protrude for flight She dips and dives in darkness Her flesh, feet, and fingers Are claimed at first light She walks...
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Training: Endurance
In humid heat, up and down a low hill along a goat track, carrying shield and sword, sweating, ran King Xau, his guard Li at his side. Another town burnt. Nothing Xau could do. Stationed along the way,...
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Dysmorphia
I’m sick. They say I am but mirrors are loud, catcalling at every turn I have to look. When did I become a whale? My reflection breaches out of the river of bodies on the sidewalk; I hurtle into the...
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The Dissection
We won the war Against the invaders. By accident, of course. Now several million carcasses Of the mile-long alien jellyfish Lie scattered all over the world. Scientists flocked to study them, Setting...
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Ten Little Zombies
Ten little zombies, standing in a line, One caught a headshot, now there are nine. Nine little zombies, gathered at my garden gate, One’s caught on the latch, leaving me with eight. Eight little...
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The Underworld
Lovelier than you would imagine. Rimed with soil, the smell of citrus, moss, stairs that descend into the depths of the earth. Great dark river, half fog and half water, tossing its ancient head. Water...
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Minotaur
Despair is suffering without meaning. —Viktor Frankl As the man slit the bull open, black blood sputtered from its mouth. He raises hide, peers within, and removes stomach and heart. He laughs and...
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Hello, Wild Things, and Good Luck
Yesterday my best friend said, Everything sucks, so she curled in on herself, long limbs, pierced septum, black hair, pierced navel, tiger tattoos, contoured makeup all melting and grinding together...
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I grew up among the undeadthose sepia strangersblank faced gypsieswho framed walls and cluttered shelves we dusted them weekly like religionshined the immaculate visionsof our past bestowing themthe...
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