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Forest of Lady Slippers by Andrea Y. Rodriguez
The Supreme Court’s decision to overturn Roe v. Wade ended the constitutionally protected right to abortion after nearly 50 years. —...
Jan 7, 20241 min read
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I’M NOT SAYING YOUR GARDEN IS FULL OF SNAKES, BUT I’M ALSO NOT SAYING IT ISN’T by Ian C. Williams
After the move, I inherited a garden— every bed overgrowing its edging stones with weed and tangling vine, withered tendrils and twisted...
Dec 17, 20231 min read
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heatwave warning by Arushi (Aera) Rege
and this is how it goes, my skin stuck to the sofa, my thighs slick with sweat, my bra soaked in the sun. so it’s summer, so it’s a dry...
Dec 3, 20232 min read
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I check my clothes for spiders by Lynn Finger
In the morning, and the little ones look like eyelashes as they float down. More eyelashes should float. They say I need to forget you...
Nov 19, 20231 min read
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Three poems by Wanda Deglane
entomology Figure 1. My cousin tells me about her new garden and the little commune of fuzzy spiders that lives there. How they follow...
Nov 5, 20234 min read
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Spectacle by Lydia Gwyn
I saw them all–their heavenly bodies glowing above the dark gap where we lived, the open-mouthed land built by thrusts and faults and...
Oct 22, 20232 min read
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Running for the Bus, with Snails by Brittany Thomas
‘Because the world is so astonishing, the snails — to take just one of the many possible examples — are so short, and it is all too great...
Oct 8, 20231 min read
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Three types of rocks by Devaki Devay
Igneous: The way I began to love you was igneous, something molten bubbling over the cracks, into the air of me. I held it in my palms...
Sep 24, 20231 min read
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Wool garden by Marisca Pichette
Fountains—found-tains—found, fond, An ain is what? Plain, pain, air lodged in your nose. Breath like sun-bleached spring, winter hangs on...
Aug 16, 20231 min read
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Dear Bottlefly by Eric Fisher Stone
Your wings murmur hymns that the dead return to life, your body’s gleaming bean robbing the rabbit’s eye. Your feet’s rancid needles rub...
Jun 21, 20231 min read
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The Garden Stirs by Devon Neal
In dark December, stiff January, it’s always a brisk walk to the car to start and turn the heat on, or the weekend grocery trips, the...
Jun 14, 20231 min read
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Two Poems by Erika Seshadri
MURMURATION the firmament welcomes flight in dim light of fading day, when starlings return to roost staccato chirps give way to...
May 10, 20231 min read
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on (fish) murder as one of the fine arts by Prema Arasu
the marine biologist is an expert fish assassin— icthyocide is an artform and he has learned from the masters. none but the rarest, most...
Apr 19, 20231 min read
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Carnival by Laura Grace Weldon
after Danusha Laméris The game dupes us all at first. We play hard, scars fading faster than their stories, time’s twirl only a number. I...
Apr 12, 20231 min read
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the disservice of swallowing by Isa Pineda
my ungrateful tongue, its surface area taste insults the decadence of your golden mango flesh to your richness, heaping mounds of bazaar...
Apr 5, 20231 min read
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Coping by Sarah Roth
After Hanif Abdurraqib An endless room with endless windows / and the view outside is just better out of some windows than others / at...
Mar 29, 20231 min read
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Plant Food by D. W. Baker
I would be a plant in your garden and be happy for a short life, hearing nothing but your thoughtless song, watching you feel the sun...
Mar 22, 20231 min read
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Allahabad, Almost Winter by Jayant Kashyap
after Jack Gilbert* We come home every morning after a walk, small marks of sweat in the underarms of our t-shirts; our lips entering the...
Mar 15, 20231 min read
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FIG TREE FRUITING ALONG THE RAMAPO FAULT by McCaela Prentice
I want to push our cities together like tectonic plates. under a fig tree in Greenpoint the light is looking strangled and my dress in...
Mar 8, 20231 min read
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Cold moon murmur by Annie Cowell
As the moon lifts her swollen self into the dulling sky, some ancient stirring pulls me to the wilderness, where, like an augur, I root...
Mar 1, 20231 min read
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