James Brush Arctic Front A desiccated butterfly, animated by wind, skitters along your curbside. James Brush lives in Austin, TX and posts things online at Coyote Mercury where he keeps a full list of publications.
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James Brush: “The Wanderer”
James Brush The Wanderer He wore a hatful of moonlight and in the daytime pretended to ignore the inconvenient coyotes trailing him through the streets, howling. James Brush lives in Austin, TX and posts things online at Coyote Mercury where he keeps a full list of publications.
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Julia Rose Lewis: “Not Together”
Julia Rose Lewis Not Together Alas we have landed and still it is dark. Julia Rose Lewis is simultaneously in love with the little grey lady in the sea, the biologist, and Apollo’s Lady.
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Ron. Lavalette: “Anthropomorphism”
Ron. Lavalette Anthropomorphism I saw my father cry like a baby once. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
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Aaron Wiegert: “Paradise Defined”
Aaron Wiegert Paradise Defined On the side of a delivery truck, the idyllic destination of bottled water’s origin. Aaron Wiegert lives in Des Moines Iowa (that’s 50% vowels).
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Tony Press: “To save my life”
Tony Press To save my life To save my life, I can’t back a car in a straight line, write by hand so anyone can read it, meditate like the others, eat responsibly, crawl into a tunnel or step into a cave, or avoid a flash of fear when I find myself alone. Tony Press lives […]
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Don Kingfisher Campbell: “Biology, Chemistry, Physics”
Don Kingfisher Campbell Biology, Chemistry, Physics, when cells bump into each other, when soil is pummeled with raindrops, when flowers open to the sun, when flies swarm shit, when spiders intertwine legs, when a caterpillar walks on a twig and leaf, when fish kiss, when mice rub noses, when newborn wolves huddle and whimper, claws […]
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F. John Sharp: “I Draw With This Red Crayon”
F. John Sharp I draw with this red crayon hearts, like boy-giddy schoolgirls in study hall pretending love is forever, practicing the entwining of initials like limbs, when all they need to know about adulthood is you shouldn’t have to sit alone in Denny’s with a red crayon drawing hearts. F. John Sharp lives and […]
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