AM Ringwalt

January 6, 2016

the throat: full of wildflowers
the eyes: surrounded by deep pink flesh

can i swallow what i’m made of
(those i want to save but can’t) […]

Anders Carlson-Wee

January 6, 2016

Leftover Crowning Glorys.
Leftover Ladyfingers,

Bottle Rockets, Triple Missiles,
Dancing with Ghosts. […]

Ayo Oyeku

January 6, 2016

When you say
it’s an organic
of shrubs, roots
and pieces. […]

Justin Phillip Reed

January 6, 2016

under a weight of slush-cold bodies
rutting, i drew breath: rancor.
the clamor of their anchors dragging […]

Jess Feldman

January 6, 2016

Someone turns the kettle off.
Sets an alarm to silence. Neighbor,
are we showered? Are we dead yet? […]

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