to envy
the mouth
its nothing
I speak
in a language
that hides
its tail
(above the flower it takes for god
to imagine
my father
bent
the few words you know
body, child, root
in places
that are strange
a footprint, a pair of scissors
god
(unmarried
for bruise
the clock
of the salted
fly
every other fifth paw
has
to her
a soft spot
for gasmask, that tooth
shaped
sigh
our infants
lose
to the sleep
god created
for bear
Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art. She resides in Graham, NC with her cats, Charlie Chaplin and Janis Joplin.
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you find your youngest daughter
now your only daughter
swinging her sister’s rosary
back and forth back and forth
upending jesus like a carnival ride
the ones that made you sick
made you watch from behind little metal gates
as your children and everyone’s children raised their hands and screamed.
you snatch the crucifix mid-swing,
beads popping from between your youngest daughter’s fingers
your only daughter’s fingers
clutch it to your mouth, lips against the centerpiece of mary
breathing in and out in and out
eyes closed, squeezing so the whole scene is a negative in red and orange
as you lower your hand, opening it in time with your eyes
and find the imprint of christ…
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as our mother
pigeonholes
imagery
for non
believers
we smoke
for the same
child
a cigarette
to improve
the longing
of our father’s
aim
and later
disappear
from grief
like a deer
from a phone booth
Tiffany Elliott was born and raised in sunny Southern CA and is currently a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing candidate at New Mexico State University. Her works explore issues of abuse, trauma, and how recovery and resiliency allow people to remake themselves. Her poetry has previously appeared in MUSE and Pacific Review and is forthcoming in Indie Blu(e)’s “We Will Not Be Silenced” anthology.
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For Love
I cover you in ink, the flavor harsh
on my eardrum. I eat words
ten syllables at once as we fuck
atop stacks of forbidden newsprint.
I found you spelled in grease
between the library stacks, the stains
Rorschach images of birds, of vines,
of mice that notch books, of their feces,
of tulips pressed
between pages—they had their time,
they shed petals one by one
like woodlice.
We have two words left. I
lock the pair away
behind my bared…
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review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by George Salis:
https://isacoustic.com/2018/06/20/a-review-of-heather-minettes-half-light-by-george-salis/
review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by Sara Moore Wagner:
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review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by Crystal Stone:
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dying
hasn’t been
honest
there is
no god
on the egged
boat
of god
the children
we had
we had
in the present
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