Trish Saunders To the actor portraying Federico Garcia Lorca You are old now, too old for this part leave Lorca dreaming of apples in his Spanish grave, and tend to your own trees, with plums full of worms. Trish Saunders writes poems from Honolulu and Seattle and, in her imagination, from the shores of Crescent Lake.
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Shloka Shankar: “Green Room”
Shloka Shankar Green Room A break-up is like Death pacing up and down in the green room, his penultimate appearance before the curtain closes. Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from India. She loves experimenting with found poetry, haiku, and mixed media. Shloka is also the founding editor of Sonic Boom.
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C. G. Vowles: “Parados”
C. G. Vowles Parados When the last pigeon dies and tilts itself from life, let us have blackbirds to darken the frosted rooftops. C. G. Vowles teaches English in a boarding school in North Yorkshire, dividing his free time between writing poetry and writing essays on obscure pop-cultural phenomena.
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Trish Saunders Uncomplaining Poems
Trish Saunders Uncomplaining Poems Lunchtime Détente I pretend your rhinestone bracelet glitters from your wrist and not the floor— you will gaze at the ceiling when our waiter hands over my credit card, hesitates before speaking.
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Keith Nunes: Untitled
Keith Nunes The sound she makes when having sex is like the last of a species caught in a blizzard. Keith Nunes (Lake Rotoma, New Zealand) was a newspaper sub-editor for more than 20 years but now he writes to stay grounded in unsanitised bulgur wheat.
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Keith Nunes: Untitled
Keith Nunes Inside the green so deeply the ferryman seems like a far-off star suggesting Thai for dinner. Keith Nunes (Lake Rotoma, New Zealand) was a newspaper sub-editor for more than 20 years but now he writes to stay grounded in unsanitised bulgur wheat.
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Amy Strauss Friedman: “Larger Than Us”
Amy Strauss Friedman Larger Than Us White mass indicates the tumor has grown, but all I see are the outlines of seagulls standing at the edge of an eroding beach. Amy Strauss Friedman teaches and writes in Chicago.
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Deonte Osayande: “The Paranoia Says the Helicopter Searches For Me”
Deonte Osayande The Paranoia Says the Helicopter Searches For Me As the announcement of the training exercise on campus for the police force comes into my classroom and I joke about the threat, about my blood pressure as if there wasn’t a shooting at a community college weeks before, as if I weren’t the same […]
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