J. R. Solonche In My Head In my head I have become an expert in questioning the dead, who answer “Yes” or “No,” which is all they are permitted.
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Dale Wisely
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Megan Merchant: “Splitting Points”
Megan Merchant Splitting Points The lightest rain in heat is sweat, glistens and wrinkles the paper-brick house we kept dark so as not to singe the joints. Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.
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Megan Merchant: “To nearly touch”
Megan Merchant To nearly touch the dent his head makes on the pillow that smells like tangerine and fur, is to blur the soft edges between familiar and worn. Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.
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Ken Slaughter: “Shivering”
Ken Slaughter Shivering in the March wind after the hearing we walk from the courthouse to our cars still holding hands. Ken Slaughter is a tanka writer who likes one sentence poems.
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Melissa Fu: “Confusion”
Melissa Fu Confusion At first I wanted something to be everything, but it turns out that everything is something. Melissa Fu reads, writes, and does arithmetic.
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Rodd Whelpley: “Preening in July”
Rodd Whelpley Preening in July In the parking lot the delightful narcissist goldfinch alights on one rearview, then the next – sings to his love at every stop. Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency, where he also runs an electric efficiency program for 33 cities in the […]
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Rodd Whelpley: “New Year’s Resolution”
Rodd Whelpley New Year’s Resolution Physically and egotistically there needs to be much less of me. Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency, where he also runs an electric efficiency program for 33 cities in the state.
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Rodd Whelpley: “Those Gordal Olives at Whole Foods”
Rodd Whelpley Those Gordal Olives at Whole Foods In back of every perfect gift, we crave to find the hand of God, but rarely want to pray to that girl, who never did well in school, wearing now from nine to five blue latex gloves and dreaming always of Saturday night, as she makes her […]
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