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  • 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.

  • Jacob brings me weeds-

    May 15, 2016
    i looked in here already

    Jacob brings me weeds—
    flowers, he says—
    sheltered in cupped hands
    like snowflakes on death’s edge:

    white bindweed trumpets, bright
    as thoughts popping,
    winding vines that cling
    like anxious fingers twisted