By Rigoberto González
All insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar…
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar…
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- By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Kimiko HahnMy favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly… - By Kimiko HahnThe sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics… - By Reed TurchiTonight I’m performing weeknight
domestic dinner party, where one
friend asks about another’s snakes—
the… - By marion eames whiteTRUTH
BE TOLD: I FUCKED UP
WITH TEETH. WHALES
THE ONLY ONES
I GOT RIGHT. & EVEN
THEN, ONLY SOME. I
DON’T KNOW… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By Shastra Deofor a snootful of roots, fallen fruits, and the carrion
of a cream-coloured marten. She scuffs a four… - By Alvin PangRightsized for the mi
lieu, sensorily super
human (and who’s to say how else). Leapt lengths
in single … - By John BurnsideNothing is adapted to the fret
of LED and blockwork, snow-drift gusted
Over ice into
the hayricks, scraps… - By Robin BlaserA lion padded down the sidewalk toward him, shedding
light. He knew he began then to talk–loud enough… - By Umberto SabaMan, your misfortune’s bottomless.
You’re too much and too little. You survey
with envy (though you think… - By Lucille Cliftonoh Master Of All Who Take And Wash
And Eat lift me away at the end into evening
forever into sanctified… - By Ruth FainlightIt makes me glad to watch a fox
cross the road as I drive at night
through the city after a party.
I admire… - By Aase BergI walk naturally
through the white flutter
Apollo butterflies flicker
float, ease up
paper swallows
rustle… - By Aase BergJag går naturlig
genom det vita fladdret
Apollofjärilarna singlar,
svävar, lättar,
svalor av silkespapper… - By Susan HoweLeft the body
Drowsd a little
Done with soul
–
What to think
Dusting up crown
Garment mirror… - By Sean SingerOf all the species
of eight creeping things
I burst my pink peppercorn
of DNA and became a bird,
like you… - By Linda HoganWe lived in houses on stilts.
The tides ran beneath us.
We who did not follow rules of a church
were…