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GASTROPODA

 

impatiens capensis by nat raum

i hate to wear orange but i can never resist picking the jewelweed flowers which dot the green of county riverbanks—one of five or so...

More Like the Bat by Wren Donovan

Hollow like the leg bone of a bird Fragile like the finger bones of bats Both options offer lightness and allow for flight. Spaces ribbed...

Brontë by Alyssa Walker

The way your chicken pox scar looks like my name, tattooed across your heart. I joke it’s intentional, you love me, can’t live without...

google seach history by Steve Barichko

oldest video ever recorded lost video 1920s france restored remastered monks in a poppy field colorized photo 1850 cameron diaz nip slip...

Two Poems by Rachel Tanner

Leave the Light On Thank you for loving me even when I was easy to love. Did you think I was going to say thank you for loving me when I...

hold the line by L.M. Cole

the margin snails the margin shells edged serrated not a knife they have not split flesh spilt blood and...

Driving in the Desert by Suzy Eynon

My sister and I drive home in the desert on Lone Mountain Road. We approach a dip in the street as a sea of hornworms—Manduca...

Two Poems by Caroline Lazarova

Indigo keep trying to fill the space between cigarette breaks with whatever makes you feel alive and I’ll be there carving my name into...

The Kitchen by Emily K. Iekel

after James McNeill Whistler She stands at the window hair tucked away hands on stone still. Morning light gold through tapping young...

Two Prose Poems by Ann Kathryn Kelly

Struggle, in Orange Orange, the color of sunsets missed all summer as I retreated to a bedroom, shades drawn. Orange in my core simmers,...

Wittenborg Woods by John Tessitore

A step past the marker and I lose the path, sink in a mud slough, fern beds, skunk cabbage, the marish and mire I’m not meant to walk...

Grey Gardens by miss macross

Oh, my mother [rolls hands] you know, [pauses to smoke] she used to tell me, “Darling, when the sea foam crests, the ocean waves are made...