Derek Otsuji
A Meditation at Opae’ula I no longer remember what I had come expecting to see,but when I arrived at the…
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Near-Nocturne for the Nearsighted It was through birds, their names,that I learned closeness. My father’s presence, a bank vaulted shut,…
Read MoreRita Feinstein
It’s Always the Moon my imaginary lover is not a womanbut sometimes she appears to me on a red slate…
Read MoreEmma DePanise
the narrated footage of muusoctopus robutsus omits their withering away I want to tell you about the purple octopuses, more…
Read MoreRon Stottlemyer
Caught You already know somebody like that old man making his way down the country lane—tousled white hair, slow strides,…
Read MoreMatt Guenette
I Get the Fish Tattoo Take a selfie, send it to my brothers who send back pics of their kids…
Read MoreBrett Dionysius
Pyrenean Ibex Capra pyrenaica pyrenaica We are the only species to exist that has died twice. The first-time round was…
Read MoreRob Carney
“HE’S SUCH A GOOD LISTENER” I knew a man who made money / from having three ears. While some stood…
Read MoreTessa Livingstone
Grant, 1970 When you were twelve & your horse reared up, uprooting the wooden stake from soft soil & how…
Read MoreDana Alsamsam
On the Porch of my childhood home Orion’s belt confronts me I tell him everything’s changed even the coffee in…
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