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February 22, 2026 |
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I was very young when I was young. All eyes. Mirrors that consumed the world. Your mother told you I would have to be careful. She meant with boys, men,...
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February 22, 2026 |
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* Elizabeth Knapp (she/her) is the author of three poetry collections, Causa Sui (Three Mile Harbor Press, 2025), winner of the Three Mile Harbor Book Award; Requiem with an Amulet in Its...
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February 21, 2026 |
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I smell her cigarette-coffee breath,my mother’s face is so close to mine.She slaps Gentian Violeton the rash and welts in the swollen foldsof my vagina, erupting with angry...
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February 20, 2026 |
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1 This La Jolla morning resembles dusk. Instead of rising, I am setting trapped in ever-dusk. Names of months are all I see...
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February 19, 2026 |
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& i don’t know how to tell you abouthow emptiness can be holy if you never look down–boys building a universe out of a deflated footballboys that would be kings that would be...
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February 18, 2026 |
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i slink from bed & i drag my limbs past your grey New Balances & your slight cache of a stomach, your black inked star & crescent, sternum stretched & anxious thoughts tear...
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February 18, 2026 |
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AUBADE 8 Morning mist kissesthe slow wakening shore, dreams skitteringwet sand, flittering in and outof sea murmur until the sunbounces itself up from the graystoop of horizon and the...
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February 18, 2026 |
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I wish everything in my life could be as simple as the orange leaves on our service berry bush * or the purple plumes of our monkshood plants....
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February 15, 2026 |
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My mother tongue is a deceptive septic tank. It stinks but also smells at times of honeysuckle. Fills treachery with a sudden flight of angels 9 It curses and cries and breaks down on the...
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February 13, 2026 |
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Some Yogis in ancient India believed every person comes to this earth with a fixed number of breaths allotted by the Almighty. Once we exhale our last breath, we leave this life, whether we...
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February 11, 2026 |
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I want us Kodaks in the salt sprayoff Cape Cod’s hook. With them, of course. Lungs crackling, bones worm-holed.Two pipers dance on driftwood, their skeletons to be polished wood or...
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February 8, 2026 |
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A word calls my name others answer in rhyme from the canopy where greenery is fluent and lemurs with cursive tails leap zigzagging in chatter across shadowed valleys of linguistic...
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February 2, 2026 |
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I’m from incense, from Calgon and cassette tapes. I am from the window of my teenage bedroom; screenless thirteen floors above ground, full of mystery, night and glittering lights. I am...
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January 29, 2026 |
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On sleepless nightsI circumvent the jack-hammers,the asphalt rollers – huge drumsthat press and level hot black gum. Dodge the strobesthat flash atop A-frames,run past pop-up...
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January 8, 2026 |
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My mother has given me a fake gold ring, from her mother and it cuts into your cornucopian thigh as I change you, your first wound. Is this how I provide for you? As I was provided for,...