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Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Christina Hauck Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Christina Hauck

Sweet

I cut my hair short as a boy’s and lounged / by the river with other naked women, / all of us laughing and talking with hands
and with mouths, wading in and out of the water, // shining.

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Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Baani Minhas Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Baani Minhas

She Replants

The family tree is gnarled and warped. Witch’s bony / knuckles and fingers sprouting from a dark corner of the earth. / It hangs like a curse and blights the lonely apple that grows, / hiding. A thin branch reluctantly bows to its weight.

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Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Kristyn Snedden Poetry, Vol. 3 No. 2 Kristyn Snedden

Parietal Operculum

Someone said your skin / is like velvet, which produced only a worn out / glimmer in the region, but when I touched // you I was myself full of ocean nettles, scalpels / and scythe, yellow and deep rose, forest green.

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Nonfiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Kim Bradley Nonfiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Kim Bradley

Holy Door

It was late August, not a tree or lick of shade to be seen; the sapping heat pulsed like a demon. We made our way in a straight line toward the recreation room, a dreary concrete block building, as if we, too, were prisoners.

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