a raging fire, a sparkling chasm.
viper slithers to its apogee – the sun –
almost succeeds, almost destroys –
I am justified in brevity, breathing
as I, come face to face,
and so it is – angry souls in each other’s bodies –
while August burns treacherously
in the dry grasses.
Boy leaves tracks. Life trudges.
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Brooding, endorsing the searing sun,
Can’t close the seed captured here,
die brother…live sister….
no distress or bitterness or revenge –
merely randomness that
divides itself unmercifully
Let’s forget the echoes
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of my thirtieth year
for there’s refuge
in the night and the moon.
where imagination stretches starward.
where my name falls off like an autumn leaf.
where I’m a sapling attune to winter wind.
where my past hibernates, ant-sized.
August It is no easier to escape August than January – late summer lassitude bows the asters, curls the sunflowers just as the blizzard quiets winter. My hammock is my sled hurtling with frogs in first fall of alder leaves, swinging over plums fried on the patio, watching the squirrel choose soft figs over peanuts. […]
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Becoming Winter has summer become your winter does sun on your skin make you shiver do happy voices and laughter drifting in sound like a howling north wind to you do you shut shutters close windows pull down the shades curl up inside while leaves and flowers are unfurling hibernating June, July and August just […]
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Joseph L. Dahut is an MFA candidate in Poetry at New York University whose work has appeared in The Drake, Tail Magazine, and The Sand Canyon Review, among others. Joseph lives in Brooklyn as an educator, poet, and fly fishing guide. Final Pitch If the grass could give a song to me, I’d plant an […]
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Magicians Father raised bright tiger lilies and roses the color of the sunset, that slow, daily apocalypse. Trumpet vine and Copa de Oro, orange and gold as the wildfires that ate up our dry hills each Fall, when the wind began to howl and rattle our old wooden house. Some nights, we were a family […]
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Leah Cappelli is a poet and social scientist based in Staten Island, New York. Leah is a fierce advocate for alleviating the stigma afflicted on those who suffer from psychological ailments and is a firm believer in the healing power of poetry and writing in general. Leah has been published in Open Minds Quarterly and […]
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Eve Taft is a writer who lives in Minneapolis. She loves James Joyce, rainy days, and stories about magic. between the lake and the mountain for Doug Green when the wind comes, as it always does the old house shakes, shivers sheets of rain hurl against it unconcerned, the walls and windows settle looking over […]
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Erric Emerson is a poet residing in the westerlands of Philadelphia. He is a founding member of Duende literary journal. His work has appeared in Beautiful Losers, Crabfat, Five:2:one, Neon, Gingerbread House, The Black Napkin, Mead, and By&By, among other places. The Passing Down a 1980-something coed rehab in upstate New York // an all-nighter tête-à-tête […]
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Tony Colella has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Arizona, where he’s now a Geography Ph.D. student. He’s also a photographer and he co-hosts the podcast The Imaginaries (available on iTunes and Soundcloud). He’s published poems, short stories, and essays, most recently in Essay Daily, Scissors and Spackle, dirtcakes, and Saltwater Quarterly. Acceleration In our age […]
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