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From Lynn Melnick:

July 16, 2018

men tell me to be honest about my role in the incident:

Okay, yes
I should have stayed inside

while you railed from the sidewalk

but my confused heart got into the car.

What happened is
I once spent too much time in the desert

so pogonip seems glamorous hung stuck in the trees
like when blood dries on skin

and I want to wear it

out for an evening,
pat my hands over its kinky path down my face

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From Sally Van Doren:

July 15, 2018

Can we get
along or can’t we?
Not when one man
sets his anger on fire
and it’s lights out
for everyone around him.

After Every There 3

From Allen Upward:

July 8, 2018

Like a breath from hoarded musk,
Like the golden fins that move
Where the tank’s green shadows part—
Living flames out of dusk—
Are the lightning throbs of love
In the passionate lover’s heart.

– The Gold Fish

From Shawn Pittard:

July 6, 2018

I killed a great silver fish,
cut him open with a long

thin knife. The river carried
his heart away. I took his

dead eyes home. His red flesh
sang to me on the fire I built

in my backyard. His taste
was the lost memory of my

wildness.

The Silver Fish

From W.B. Yeats:

July 4, 2018

Although you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords

The Fish

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From Elizabeth Bishop:

July 2, 2018

I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels—until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.

The Fish

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From Kai Cheng Thom:

June 24, 2018

1) if you can name the beast / then you can tame it
2) if you know the curse’s shape / then you can break it
3) when you have found your heart / then you have found the witch

– the laws of magic*, from poetry is dead‘s coven issue

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