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November 29, 2017 / barton smock

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Leanne Drapeau

the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact

person Leanne Drapeau, three poems

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Adam Hughes

Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns

person Adam Hughes, four poems

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Jon Cone

and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS

person Jon Cone, four poems

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reviews:

They Were Bears – poems – Sarah Marcus

Set to Music a Wildfire – poems – Ruth Awad

Calling a Wolf a Wolf – poems – Kaveh Akbar

Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren C Demaree

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