Re: Word: Ocean Vuong

  ____________________________________________________________________   This poem originally appeared in the August, 2013 issue of B O...
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Gale Marie Thompson

Would that I could / That we closed the reactors / Would that we become / A blanket of cement in the forest / That we hide there with the nettles / And watch the Eagle land again and again

Emma Bolden

House is the one / you can feel watching as you walk // inside its rooms when it displays / its collection of nights. And when // you wake with a voice inside you / that becomes a scream outside you, // House knows without doubt that it’s / yours. House knows more than you do...

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