Heather Sellers

POOL   At the red light on University Drive, I sat in my car in the rain as two sedans spun in slow motion before me, toys pushed too hard,...
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Christopher Crawford

There are no humans left, just / whispers and cradles and dust / and the red wind shakes / the Earth with a word / but there is no word...

Christopher Crawford

We need machines to murder ourselves. / I make friends; / they flirt. / It’s all harmless for now.

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