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Instructions

By Erik Norbie Poetry

Try preparing for a flood of silence. A doctor says, This will help  the brain swelling. A smiling brochure reads, Practice becoming full  of emptiness. There is a diagram of the relevant anatomy. It shows an umbrella of ribs closing. This is what it can feel like when you talk to your loved ones, the…

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Brood

By Jaclyn Dwyer Poetry

I will bring locusts into your country tomorrow. They will cover the face of the ground so that it cannot be seen. They will devour what little you have left. ——————————————-Exodus 10:4–5 My daughter picks cicadas like apples from the tree. This one cracked up and that one is sleeping too high to reach. She…

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Job’s wife brings coffee in the morning

By Jaclyn Dwyer Poetry

pills before bed. Job swallows, spits, vomits in the sink. Pink bubbles foam then clog the drain. Job’s wife cleans what she can with a snake, unscrews the trap to scoop Job’s sins with a slotted spoon. So much slips through, the runs of cheap soup. She gives the best part of her day to…

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Articles of Faith

By Rafael Campo Poetry

i. The kitchen clock is timelessness, its tick like rain resuming on the windowpane, eventually making the driveway slick. It’s not God’s tears. It’s we who cry in vain. ii. We buy protective glasses to prepare. The sun will disappear: total eclipse. We’ll pack a picnic lunch, head south to stare at what we hope…

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Christ Is Risen

By Rafael Campo Poetry

Not everything comes back. The rescue dog that bolted out the kitchen door (you joked he didn’t want salvation); memories of how it was before your father left (he said he wasn’t going far, his face expressionless, at least you thought it was); and even Jesus, all of us on earth still waiting here, praying.…

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T. Elegans

By Jesse Wallis Poetry

What makes the elegant trogon elegant? Makes us flock to the canyon lands of southeastern Arizona during nesting season for a glimpse of it perched, disinterested, on the branch of an oak or sycamore? Deep brown eyes circled by a thin line of tangerine on a downy black mask. A squat lemon yellow bill. Crown,…

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Gilded

By Jesse Wallis Poetry

As if the seahorse itself were not improbable enough, its near cousin the leafy seadragon is brilliant yellow with white stripes and long, green, leaf-like appendages trailing in branches from all over its body. Gossamer fins ripple along its back and neck as it floats calmly among the fronds of seaweed and seagrass it resembles,…

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Litany for a Table of Immovable Feasts

By Gina Franco Poetry

Stay for me still life, ceaseless tree, stay. Stay who stays the real, you root of mind, you constant mote. Pruned shoot, sealed board, beam of sudden come back for me, please. Wood you. Say. For me, last possible whole world, for wouldn’t-me still possible to believe, for place stay put, for fruit in fool,…

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After The Anastasis

By Carrie Purcell Kahler Poetry

who’s to say here what is not when the hand firmly grips the bird-light wrist the face facing Eve— her son’s as much as Mary’s— furrowed long and lined on her left Adam’s cloak billows back in the blast of blue air He brings the deep blue behind Him an almond of truth that is,…

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After Prokhorova’s Saint Mark

By Carrie Purcell Kahler Poetry

There is no shadow of turning here but there are spaces for the dark. Neither does the point vanish—receding toward a horizon of agreement pinned to dancing angels, instead gold instead several visions at once see desk with sharp quills curved to light like the mind on the feet that bear good news

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