Alex Cigale
Nightlife; Biloxi, Mississippi My skin was crawling as with night’s own ants. The death certificate read “Toxic Syndrome. Luck be a lady.” I cowered at the prospect. The pair was dancing in a...
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Stephanie Anderson
Following the Slideshow, I Let the Starling go. The chickadee I pinned and framed. Cut away: a bantam plane slips behind the spire. Can you catch the shape note singing? A...
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Torque We know gears are supposed to turn, but we forget their teeth, that to pull they must bite into another. Last month, the workers at the axle factory went on strike. Without the axle, there...
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Wash Me From This Carnival, Please So she rolled up her sleeve and bit that arcade afternoon which ended in Ron’s Tattoo Parlor. She’s tried to dust and bleach her ghosts before. Whistles and...
View ArticleAby Kaupang
my Thou is the bloom of my mouth|my rib is afloat in fen I blooming ever more gravely blooms before you so the furrow of origin turns under plumes a bride when the bluffs are plucked is...
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Stephanie Anderson’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in dear camera, Harp & Altar, Strange Machine, Tight, and elsewhere. She is the author of two chapbooks, In the Particular...
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