The first line is from Sharon Olds’ poem “Blossom Trees.” by Heather Hahn Do we exist to mourn the earth? Not here. Not in this city. We take what we can get and call it good. […]
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by Dagny Felker
“The future can wait until next week I’m busy now burning/ the candle at both ends/ or should I say spluttering/ or should I say biting the wick”
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“the protein slapped inside thin elastic pink tracts/ a forgotten closet in her skin tucked into flesh/ in every organ cancerous/ her fetal cells wait/ her skin behind her breast scratched ribs”
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by Michael Simms
“When the young man wearing a yarmulke/ Asks Excuse me sir are you Jewish?/ I want to say yes/ I’ve studied history and know/ Something about suffering,/ But that’s not what he means.”
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by Mehrnaz Tiv
“She flows like petals, just as soft and as sweet,/Drowning these western slopes in lush tonics of springtime./June she blooms, then in august she glows./ The pittsburgh sun sticks like jasmine honey.”
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by Lindsay Surmacz
“Your strength is what made you The Great One./ Not the might that scarred the sky three thousand times,/ but the will that forged broomsticks and soup cans/ into silver scepters and golden gloves.”
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by anaïs peterson
“2. the notable absence of acute danger/
a. soft orange evening light and faded blue couch covers/
b. mass produced lemon bars over dusted with powdered sugar that are somehow still delicious”
