Jessica Morey-Collins

May 4, 2016

Rivers of me, really—tributaries of the heart
that clip into insect gullets with

such pretty reliability. The histamine bloom
at the slurp site, the flesh splotch

blood-gathering. […]

Kai Carlson-Wee

May 4, 2016

All night we listened to trains in the dark.
Heard them arranging their mile-long loads
on the field roads leading away. […]

Lisa Dordal

May 1, 2016

The history of rain
is the history of hands—

gods in low hills,
holding thunder […]

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