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Field

Field The plaque said this was the oldest wall in the state. It was stone, set by hand, and ran the length of a field, splitting an unused road from incongruous grasses. It was no less true to say the wall bisected the field. (I could draw a diagram if provided paper.) Let me start […]

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Past Midnight

  And an icy tower was rising out of the sea. A wingless man was filling a bag with pickaxes and asking for directions to our house. The moon was expanding like a balloon and I was worried it might go pop. I could already see through it and there was nothing inside, no bibles […]

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Preemptive Elegy

PREEMPTIVE ELEGY   Metaphor frustrates me. It has no limbs or limits, and I have no idea where it came from. I’ve learned   the way for me to tell my father I love him is a game of HORSE, but the hardest way to love him   is to witness his shooting percentage decline […]

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Frieze

Frieze Look at the photo I’m holding an Art Forum magazine My head is cropped off It says Manhattan in the painting behind me but it isn’t Manhattan at all It’s just impressionistic gold leaves in the countryside with no city in sight Zoe Brezsny is a writer from Oakland, California who is now based […]

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The Late Horse Race

Translated from the original Georgian by Rebecca Gould The Late Horse Race   I dream of a horse race. I mount my nag. From every poem I know only my shame remains. Neither crusader nor knight, my battlefield has fled. Fly away with me, my dream, do not linger, wretchedly. My pool of blood stirs sadly. […]

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Please Don’t Feed the Spirit Animals

Please Don’t Feed the Spirit Animals I saw a pair of mechanical polar bears getting it on at the Vienna Prater. It was unexpected—his bucking her from behind while I slid by unobserved in a no-rail cart. Knees to my chin, bar low and tight across my lap, I dropped the fake camera I’d been […]

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Life Expectancy

Life Expectancy  It’s 2016, just after gravity’s first speech. Here I am, lying in the dirt, attempting to sense the rotation of an earth I imagine to be singular in space. I watch the breathable take shape, though my eyes are inadequate, poised between nanobes and primitive galaxies. You’ll find me at my sewing machine, […]

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Stuck In A Ball

  Stuck In A Ball   Think of the rivers of blood, spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters, of a fraction, of a dot. – Carl Sagan   If you want to feel really small you think of Carl and his photograph […]

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Minnesotan Association of Rogue Taxidermists

  Minnesotan Association of Rogue Taxidermists   We’ve all had to confront our chimeras and give them life.   If not life, a voice.   If not voice, a body more true to their 1-3 immortal soul(s).   Only we can take the garter snake and recognize the hydra in its separate skins.   You […]

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Fishes’ Tears

  Fishes’ Tears Translated from the Ukrainian by Alan Zhukovski   Spring passes! Birds cry. Fishes’ eyes Are filled with tears. —Matsuo Basho   after the flood subsided we listened attentively to fishes’ tongueless weeping through the lines and planes of gelid water the fishes swam above our sunken ships and we observed the gently […]

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A God To Belong To

  A GOD TO BELONG TO   I want to kiss as I want to weed the garden—a cleansing.   This, too, is how God would kiss, I imagine. I am myself also   a God. Because my body, too, housing surprise at the grand narratives   we’ve created. Heaven, Hell— just other words for […]

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Final Girl

The last scene belonged to the final girl, who survived.

Took off down the highway, a storm in the night. She knew:
always you’re the girl or the knife.

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In Bowling Class, I Think of Dad Taking Things Three Months at a Time

In Olympia, my father

to whom I will not speak,

whose face heavies with the shrinking

ledger of days,

plants azaleas after surgery, the grooves

in his fingers filling with soil

and mercy.

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Bloodline

  The loneliest feeling, she said on a day when the sky was clear, is watching an airplane fly away,   and in the middle of Valentine Texas a single machine mends railroad tracks, cracks splinter form   while buzzards string red remains over gravel lanes.   Before, she created still-life with oil paint and […]

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Improvisation without Accompaniment

Give me something gold to grapple with: three

apples to juggle, a scrap of paper to fold

into a dove.

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The Best Greek God Is Us

THE BEST GREEK GOD IS US a few seconds ago I was watching a video in which the head of a person. crossing a street was cut off from the frame to make the viewer  wonder. whether it was a man or a woman or a human – either way I thought – well, isn’t […]

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Because It’s October

  BECAUSE IT’S OCTOBER and I’m watching ambulance lights bathe a motel and not thinking about the loose glitter my body is, because everything inside me isn’t rattling like a change purse, not splitting into smaller versions of itself, small enough to be threaded through the eye of a needle, I think my brain is […]

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Ghazal 42

If one evening you make happiness enter my door,
you multiply age-old joys.

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Second Empire

It’s time for another entry in our digital broadside series recognizing poets under thirty years old via poems under thirty lines. This week Richie Hofman brings us the title poem from his upcoming collection. Second Empire   The water, for once, unmetaphysical. Stepping over the stones, you pulling   your shirt over your shoulders. The […]

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Goodness

It’s time for another round of Broadside Thirty, our showcase for poems in thirty lines or less by poets thirty or younger. Today, we present a new poem by Soren Stockman. Goodness   She lies across your legs, open to the open window, and after promising not to ask, does not. She tells you to […]

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Absolution

It’s time for another round of Broadside Thirty, our showcase for poems in thirty lines or less by poets thirty or younger. Today, we present a new poem by Zoe Dzunko. Absolution   I adopted the voice of somebody very hungry before a mountain of choices, and never stepped out of her. How unfair that […]

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The Melting Process

The Melting Process, a new poem by Molly Dickinson.

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Secret and Invisible Folds into the Visible

Time for another round of Broadside Thirty, our showcase for poems in thirty lines or less by poets thirty or younger. This time around, we present a new poem by Elisa Gonzalez.   SECRET AND INVISIBLE FOLDS INTO THE VISIBLE after Augustine   Lately I have been lullabying myself to sleep with erotic fantasies. Familiar […]

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Hector

It’s time again to plaster the digital streets with Broadside Thirty, our showcase of poems in thirty lines or less by poets thirty or younger. This installment features Jameson Fitzpatrick.   HECTOR at the window throwing the keys down in the doorway in black athletic shorts legs the same shape as yours but thicker with […]

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The War Came As If a Dream

Welcome to the second installment of Broadside Thirty, our new feature for young poets. Each digital broadside will feature one poem under thirty lines by a poet under thirty years old. Today we feature a poem by Michael Prior. The War Came As If a Dream Our children volunteered our eyes, for they had seen […]

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