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Two Poems: A Peter Norman Preview

Recursion I fall awake alone. Outside, nocturnal rain ascends. Alarms rage, summoning a thief who hurries to the store, unpacks his duffel sack, replaces items on the shelf. Morning. The plane dispenses you. We enfold each other, celebrating your undeparture. Tears scroll up our cheeks, nestle into ducts. Last night we wake sweat-soaked and sated, […]

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Robert Earl Stewart’s “Near Muted Swans”

Near Muted Swans A likeness like an electrocardiogram fire bleeding a blood orange running into what can only be called corpse paint grey, then rust wet waterline. I’m playing this game with the top of the food chain in the boats docked along the canal, with a long way to go through a Confederate town […]

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