POETRY
Over the stars to the top, forcing the lines through the snow.
Charles Jensen
Dietrichesque,
Remainder,
and
Quail
Roll the reel, drop the lights, the cinematics of a gorgeous poetry.
Holly Demeter
Out of habit
We weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
Carrie-Sinclair Katz
Still Life, Sealed Letter
By the pen -- the soul lies naked, the mirror of a breast, and nothing is inverted.
Heathen Machinery
Printing on Water
And so never ending, but always descending...
Adam Seth Rosen
Slippers
and
Origins of Wicked Love
Who ever thought a little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?
Casey Charles
December
Amidst the sleigh bells and carols, is it the sound of a lyre?
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