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Daisy-Chained By Kama Shockey

The problem is, everything is tied together, all of it. Langford dead, Lopez in pieces, and Miller a walking corpse, except no one knew it then. All because of the fight my dad had with my mom, the on

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Doe by Peter LaBerge

What I have / in this tight mouth / are two sentences / I drank from the river. / My name is Jane. / Once, my father taught / me how to swim. I was emptied into his oval / tub. Momma’s lipstick

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The Pleasures of Smoking by Athena Kildegaard

When we children have nestled against / one another and the moon's light makes / the sand-bar we're on seem as if it will pull away / and float downriver with all of us aboard, /

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Lily and Gog by Brandi George

The field where I was raped was once / a sacred pool. Crows ate holy raspberries, / which Lily planted and cared for, / a river nymph with long blue hair. / I could speak to the earth after

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A Legacy by Aaron Anstett

Likely we’ll never nunchuck our way out of trouble / in drug lord’s warehouse on steamy, far-flung / capital’s outskirts, Asia, maybe, or South America, / then flee through brazen pluck and stunning

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