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VIOLINS: VIOLENCE by Annie Kim
Vitula. Viol. Violino. Violare. Violentus. Violentia. Origin and History of Violence, reads the header. You’ve visited this page 3 times.* * * Last night you dreamed again about your father— You had him by the wrists: above your head, the way you’d catch a snake, one hand beneath his flickering tongue, fighting hard to not…
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JELLYFISH by Shenandoah Sowash
All afternoon we’ve been coring apples with the conviction of inmates. A train sings somewhere close, steps off the tracks & lands in my palm. The apples spill like people out of taxis – red-faced & round. My hand is too small to hold you. Or the train. We’re fragile as jellyfish, as little boys…
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HERE, THE SPARROWS WERE, ALL ALONG by Chelsea Dingman
Every minute or so, a hallelujah dies in someone’s mouth. Every minute or so, a gunshot. A ceasefire. A tire shreds on the highway, & pieces flit like sparrows across the sky. Silly me. I thought we were here to live. The garden’s hallelujahs: tulips & rhododendrons, alive in the ground. We expect so much…
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