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  • Fall

    November 13, 2016









    the raspberry canes lie
    on the dry ground,
    the energetic clamor of August
    that drove their bearing
    now withered against
    the inexorable coming of October,
    and its golden insistence that…

  • Fledglings

    September 9, 2016
    Evidence, Lynne Millar




    The daylight in the basement path

    to your older sister’s bedroom

    has always been dim,

    but on this late winter afternoon

    clouds repurpose the sun,

    silver cold seeps through…

  • Cherry Rocket Baby

    August 14, 2016
    Annie Blake, "We Live Here"

    Today the ice cream truck came—
    we were outside, warm, and casserole
    was in the oven.
    I pulled a few easy weeds and she
    threw rocks at the…

  • This Rain That Grows

    June 11, 2016
    USED anniekblake the common gold

    Sonnet for Lizzie Beth, 13 years now

    Cream-colored paper tells me I am married on earth
    to a man. Tattered, rolled up, frayed at the edges.