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  • Nor Fence, Nor House – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

    Nothing needed for the deer whose only sign is the bowls   in long grasses near the pond. They roam invisibly  on land,   eating tulip bulbs in darkness, variegated hosta leaves,…

  • The Outer Covering – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

    A husk, detailed and plush— a blanket of silk wrapped around a single ear of corn. That may be enough   proof of a god for me. The hard-shelled cover of an…

  • Shades of Difficulty – David Anthony Sam

    A mother dies − and her long shadow stretches out winter in my creased face.   I cannot liquefy, so I become a hollow where this Virginia snow softens the darkness.  …

  • Showers – Rommel Chrisden Rollan Samarita

    and the temporal rain has numbed my face   arms shoulders hands chest legs   water (carelessly) dripping down my foot   time flows like water does   & down my foot…

  • Somewhere in that Process Lies the Evolution of the Mind – Jen Rouse

    But wait, you are mostly still morons—shouting into the void like jellyfish first firing their flickering orbs, developing a sincere and combative sting, those 700 million year ago.   Let me give…

  • Blue – Sherry Rind

         Island of Rhodes     Silver filigree on a silver chain the hamsa centers a bead      the sky’s in the bead where it meets the sea   the dome of the synagogue…

  • Run Down – Hannah Rousselot

    At the end of my street there is a house where I can peel off the outer walls and twirl the paint curls around my fingers.   It has gaping eyes where…

  • a car commits – Michael Rerick

    a car commits to outside actions with pied grove climbing tree moss spotted maples and fetus trees along apple plaques crafted to symbols   Michael Rerick lives and teaches in Portland, OR.…

  • A Bearded Hipster Parent Watches – Michael Rerick

    From: the collection Moss   a bearded hipster parent watches a child play with park sticks with purpose           fragments under a fir tree entertain drunk teenagers they think will survive into…

  • Superbloom – Audra Puchalski

    Suddenly I’m awash in flowers. In the course of my voyage the seasons have receded— backtracked from fall, to summer, then spring again: the season of the superbloom. A flutter of lavender…