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SPELL I by Mary Lou Buschi
After Louise Glück 1. Somewhere, my brother is traveling— The right side of his head a red-clawed tulip swallowing the cold.
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HOOK ECHOES by Kevin Heaton
Sunshowers spit-shined the shark’s tooth that gutted Kansas’ only diamondback. You were just a puff adder feigning rattles— scavenging rat droppings with field mice in bales of switchgrass. I want tallgrass. I want a thunder god with flashes of ego—
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THE DANGERS OF TIME TRAVEL by Gerardo Mena
You wake up in the future and realize that everyone has evolved. People now have the head of a blue jay and the body of a shiny machine that whirs softly as its insides spin. You see two bird heads that look like your parents, but, of course, that is not possible.
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