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Poet Pick – Isabel Cristina Legarda
Read more: Poet Pick – Isabel Cristina LegardaMythologyIn those days, the wooden drawers of card catalogs still led us to the books we thought we needed, and if we were lucky, to the miracle of cross-references.The rumor was that deep in the Widener Library stacks,in Scandinavian Literature, a blanket more epic than Freyr’s magic Skíðblaðnir guaranteed lovers who tussled under its fibersthe…
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Poet Pick – Hallie Fogarty
Read more: Poet Pick – Hallie FogartyThose little clementine cuties might be my new favorite fruitbecause what other snack starts with using your nails to rip something open, tearing layers from skin, and the scent fill the whole room, leaves my fingertips stained orange and fragrant I like digging my nails into something in the process of desiring it, pith left…
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Poet Pick – Grace Massey
Read more: Poet Pick – Grace MasseyCleaning Out Mother’s HouseWe scrub the toilet first thing, swat at cobwebssweep away corpses of a thousand flies.Mice have made nests in the brittle lettersthat reveal our Pappy’s voluptuous affair(who the heck was Dolores?), his failed campaignto bring our father home from the Pacific.He well knew how the army poured whiskeydown the throats of boys…
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Poet Pick – Felice Alexandra
Read more: Poet Pick – Felice AlexandraMy California—After Lee HerrickFor those studying fractions, it’s blue glory sky over diamond-littered ocean, which reduces evenly to Beauty, with no remainder. Every beach kidcan learn this math. Add rain and you get mustard flowers encouraged to wildproliferation. They yellow-tint foothills, color spilling toward the train tracks and Emma Wood beach. This is my California—a…








