when there are no mothers, I will crawl toward the one sitting with what her legs couldn’t burn and I will ask my blood to be the same fish
mouth pain / in a clean / house
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the weight
of sister
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the passwords of worried creatures
a stroller’s
body
of work
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treeless (quiet)
Amelia Kester has one poem at ~ isacoustic* ~
it is beyond me how a neighbor’s dog breaks all four of its legs. once, in looking at the smallness of my life, I dismantled my son’s dollhouse and told my daughters of the storm that didn’t wake them. I still learn in the church of the death I was taught by. I have my health and the healed their amnesia. do you see this fucking dog? and now for my previous trick.
and, beheld, she imprisoned the god
seen by those it changed
Agnieszka Mauch has two poems at ~ isacoustic* ~
in the blue church of my father’s thirst
I wear it
(hunger)
like an eye-patch, and emerge
starless
from the uncooked blood
of my shadow
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CONTRIBUTORS:
Leanne Drapeau
the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact
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Adam Hughes
Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns
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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
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REVIEWS:
Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren C Demaree
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