Two Poems by Dorinda Wegener

Dorinda Wegener

If Your Family Owned a Mausoleum, then This Poem Would Make More Sense


Your sisters have found corpses: beautiful
one in the bath, the other hell
bent on their driving wheel, you say
your corpse has not yet been
behind cabinet door, scythed between
the smooth S-folds of faucet pipes under
sink nor face down, undercurrent, bumping bloated
limbs underbrush in bog water.

Your body has been undertaking the weight
of preposition and place, you …

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Three Poems by Michelle Lewis

Michelle Lewis



Animul owned the sun that beat
the back of the gavel-nosed deer.

Around us, sweetbread mountains with
their anatomical stone stone stone.

I was Flame, a fig wasp hunched in her own
sky. Sunrise tasted of red gums and spittle.

I stood at the bars of night, kneed
the floor, thought that would dismantle it.

Some nights I’ll half awake as if still
sleeping in that bloom and wither bed.





You buried something beneath this …

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Rat’s Nest

Monica Rico

My mother said, my hair was like a rat’s nest, a rat’s nest
plucked by a black capped chickadee for another nest or the start of
the tiniest scarf because on occasion my hair is too much like leaves it sticks
to every one, every sweater I hug, sometimes it even smells pretty like
leaves deciding it rather be a whole tree that wants to grow
like fog by the …

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Two Poems by Kathryn Merwin

Kathryn Merwin

Body Composition


You wanted me to make you
art, capture the way you breathe
stars from the sky, disappear
into the folds
of my nightgown. I painted your eyes
in gold, dark with confessions, your moon-thread
skin, white as dandelion-floss. Your colors bled
together, sang your currency of wind
and wine into my open palm. Your pearl spine
caught the light as you left, lips bright as blood-
drops in the snow: I blended you
into shades …

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