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No Doubt Perhaps, by Miranda Mellis

I don’t ask experts I take a different route along a stream back up to the main road and…

My father taught me to count each line of memory cut into a woman’s wrists. The red, round sores…

W H E N N A T U R E W O N ’ T P L U T…

Poem #1022 There is not much excess and what there is is barely perceptible the blank ones disappear from…

Ark-Shaped Plus Neck She walks the shore, kempt and clipped, just-so wings, a lion’s glance across the blue savannah,…

I Don’t Wish to Be a Vampire With centuries of memory stored in a youthful body. It is – or…

Everyone tells me there’s no work on this road, I make bad choices okay fine but I swing from a…

Violet Madrigal No bigger than horse-flies, the lawns smalt with them, each tri-heart bloom a giant’s head afloat a thread…

Top of the World Roaring torrents of snow, trumpeting white, flailing, sifting, piling on, fleecing the town, and—not to be…