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I know the hinges give me away. To be this open
requires doors. Night-sealed, dead bolted, rusted,
shedding blood-colored dust. Roughly the size of

Not far from the cabin where you were born,
where you first learned to reach

with your soles, no bigger than wood frogs,
and feel the lining

Here the crows are old snow
with black feet. The Americans watch
from their cottage

as the beaks puzzle

We were traveling in Melbourne Australia back in January of 2018. The location was at the entrance to the Melbourne Museum of Art. The image was made looking through a window that had water running down on the outside.

by Bailey Cunningham Inspired by “The Domestic Apologies” by Dustin Parsons in Brevity   Goodbye to Stars You are greedy, eating up elements like an all-you-can-eat buffet. You convert hydrogen and helium and carbon into radiance so startling it inspires religions. When these atomic brews dry up, you stretch out into the cosmos, turning red like …

When you look at a bear, when you see the wrinkles behind his eyes, the slick of his parted hair, he becomes more flesh and bone, less fur or foot. He will become real to you—something that can’t be described in a guidebook—just as you become real to him.

by Mike Oliphant   05.07.06: The child folds her hands together, saying what sheknows of grace. First bite of meat, her teeth clackcutlery—the new word like iron on her tongue. 01.13.06: Even the dashboard flickers in this cold, mother whispers.When the child breathes on the window, the glass revealsthe fact of air with its best impression …

by Alyssa Quinn   During her pregnancy, Inez reads Lacan. She reads it at home, in an armchair by the window. Rain spits against the glass and the apartment blues with shadow. Lacan says, The mirror supplies an imaginary wholeness to the experience of the fragmentary real. In the window, her reflection stares back at her—bleached, …

by Dayna Patterson the Nurse cursed inthe pantry, and every thing in extremity—Romeo and Juliet Put away a moment the daggerand poisoned lips. Put away the needlesthreaded with blood. Put away the swordand flame thrower and bowl of splendidfighting fish waving their fins like flagsof surrender. Put away the vials of virus,blue-footed mushrooms, and sassy …

by Marley Simmons Abril   After the bleak season I find spring again. It struggles upright through the sand, squeezes green from the trees. We walk the clattering beach in open air. A meager slope announces the final edge of a continent. How many thousands of miles behind us? Only six feet in front: the seam …