nostalgia no longer has a church
if these are your children, I’ve lost years keeping them away from bugs
like her, I’ve never seen her starvations touch
it’s like waiting for god to donate hair
Phoebe Wagner is a writer, editor, and PhD candidate living in the high desert. She can be found on Twitter @pheebs_w and at her website phoebe-wagner.com
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note: The second sonnet below, “Shin Portrait of a Cat”, was previously published by Vine Leaves Literary Journal.
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The Illustrated Woman
“They were windows looking in upon fiery reality.”
—Ray Bradbury
i. The Sleeve
The sun and thumbnail moon share the pale sky
with clouds thin as the epidermis. Black pines
spread down a mountainside cliff, the roots cooled
by vein-like rivers, rivulets pooling
above a meadow. Dots of wild flowers
freckle the tussocks while a young fox stirs
in the golden grass. The tree line shades bones
bleached scar-white, but the antler remains
rise like hands praising godly carnivores
who left the perfect sculpture, picked-over
by crows and beetles. And yet, beauty waits
in bareness, so skeletons illustrate
our mantels…
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the boy who touched all the eggs
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even more unnecessary:
in the doing of a thing there is often a lull and in…
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mothers
while jumping
rope
reminisce
on those
crucifixions
not postponed
by thunder
Holly Lyn Walrath’s poetry and short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Fireside Fiction, Luna Station Quarterly, Liminality, and elsewhere. Her chapbook of words and images, Glimmerglass Girl, will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2018. She holds a B.A. in English from The University of Texas and a Master’s in Creative Writing from the University of Denver. She is a freelance editor and host of The Weird Circular, an e-newsletter for writers containing submission calls and writing prompts. You can find her canoeing the bayou in Seabrook, Texas, on Twitter @HollyLynWalrath, or at http://www.hlwalrath.com.
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When Darkness Leaves
After Mark Strand
But that early dawn she has nothing for herself
not even a removal of the hate, not even the wandering night.
She sleeps in damp, in rot, in swamp. She creatures night.
And aren’t we all unlike? And isn’t this because we leave ourselves?
When…
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Linzi Garcia can be found in sunflower fields, cemeteries, and bars across the states. Her solo poetry book entitled Thank You was published by Spartan Press (March, 2018). If you’re lucky, you can even find a haiku of hers in the gumball machine at The Raven Book Store in Lawrence, Kansas or perhaps hidden in a nook in a tree near you.
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everything will burn
when i steal a taste of the words
that have yet to leave
his mouth or hands
he pushes the softest “ouch”
into my teeth
and translates every word
thereafter into how he makes love
to me
on the couch
he intends
to burn
[ x ]
the fact that no one is watching the movie is good for the baby. my wrist hurts and so far not a single pill has cleared the mouth-hole of your mask. you’ve seen your mother but not since she got that haircut for which her eyes are still too big. god exaggerates. the choices were, and are, eat or learn a language.
I threw
a couple sticks
and waited
to be kissed
on the arm
while my brother
licked
from his leg
the first insect
to have
amnesia
pretty soon
after that
our sister
bought a car
that had hit
a puppy
the puppy
lived
and god
was hooked
Crystal Stone, TEDxIowaStateUniversity:
work in {isacoustic*}:
https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/16/person-crystal-stone-seven-poems/
what a scarecrow can take to heaven wouldn’t fit in a gas mask. we learn this the easy way. so you’ve drawn this circle. a frail newness that was only just not. so you’ve diapered this doll. imagery can keep a secret. so a beached moth might have something on the baby. so ice in the stomach of god.
