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review of Heather Minette’s Half Light by George Salis:
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everything I touch remembers being my hand
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Ohio born and raised, Kerry Trautman is a founder of ToledoPoet.com and the “Toledo Poetry Museum” page on Facebook. She is a poetry editor for Red Fez, and she participates poetry readings and events such as Artomatic 4-1-9, Back to Jack (Toledo’s annual Jack Kerouac reader’s theater,) and the Columbus Arts Festival. Her work has appeared in various journals, including Midwestern Gothic, Alimentum, The Coe Review, Slippery Elm, and Mock Turtle Zine; as well as in several anthologies such as, Mourning Sickness (Omniarts, 2008), Resurrection of a Sunflower (Pski’s Porch Press, 2017,) and Delirious: A Poetic Celebration of Prince (NightBallet Press, 2016.) Her poetry chapbooks are Things That Come in Boxes (King Craft Press, 2012,) To Have Hoped (Finishing Line Press, 2015,) and Artifacts (NightBallet Press, 2017.)

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~Dysmorphia~

This junk-drawer carting my delicious
brain around, my heart, my working hands,
other used-to-be-useful bits.
Conveying things I don’t…

Rax King is a dog-loving, hedgehog-mothering, beer-swilling, gay and disabled sumbitch who occasionally writes poetry. She authored the collection The People’s Elbow: Thirty Recitatives on Rape and Wrestling (Ursus Americanus, 2018). Her work can also be found in Yes Poetry, Dream Pop Journal, and Five:2:One.

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The Lord will keep you free of every disease

Boys were faith healing
in every furry chest, priestly
in every dimpled chin—yes,

I believed! I spoke in tongues
for boys, made hymns
of love songs, believed in the firm

of knobby fingers tapping my sap,
in tongues plumbing
the sick of my throat. I tithed

everything to boys. But boys
have no place at bedsides
like gods do, but those arms

live to pin me down, but those hands
claim they can’t lay on me
full of something so dull as healing.

To be sick is to learn the falseness
of your priests. I…

What Is Not Beautiful
poems, Adeeba Shahid Talukder
Glass Poetry Press, 2018

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I wish for idols, bits of God
To worship, stare at, to keep. – {from} Disorder

In a recent piece for The Adroit Journal, poet Leila Chatti talks of how one can see and pass over a word thousands of times and then, suddenly, see the word as if it’s been given permission, by shape, to form. In reading Adeeba Shahid Talukder’s What Is Not Beautiful, I was reminded that all art is new. That some clues come from the same mirror. That somewhere between pearl and thorn, the question mark has begun its blank scoring of lost films made to alert creation we exist. Whether versed inside the sleeplessness of identity or outside the numbness to settled beauty, Talukder speaks as if to understand the language of the one written into the story late, who’s…