Jill McDonough

  WOOD ANNIVERSARY: ANOTHER GHAZAL - for Josey     Wooden bars of our rope hammock, iridescent bark of the double blossoming...
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Sara Peters

Some of us are sent to the barn / To tear apart chickens / Chatting and stacking // Their livers and hearts / Others collect stray children // And run them in circles / Till they’re exhausted

L.S. McKee

An unsmashed window. It arrived / cumbersome and clear. My father stumbling under its weight: / the veins of his forehead like lightning as the house shook / from its last silence.

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