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Three Poems by Brian Komei Dempster
CROSSING No turning back. Deep in the Utah desert now, having left one home to return to the temple of my grandfather. I press the pedal hard. Long behind me, civilization’s last sign—
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Three Poems by Sam Sax
I.35 i watch him touch him self over a screen and pretend it is with my hands how you pull a quiver from an arrow. he moans and i grow jealous of the satellites.
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Three Poems by Collier Nogues
MISSISSIPPI I know forgetting myself is a good thing, the best loss. The trees look soft in the fog’s distance, egg-colored light all over them. Even the sheep, eggy. The earth dries in ribs the rain has drawn on it.
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