Poetry

Poetry
Jessica Wick

Quest

thought I knew how it should be done:
I’d go by gloaming when the moon is milk
down to the ivy where the wood is

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Poetry
F.J. Bergmann

House of Shadows

look out onto a landscape that could have been
formed by a glittering gas, heavier than air,
hissing out of the shower head

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Poetry
Nicole Kornher-Stace

The Witch’s Heart

Well, it ain’t like the shotgun isn’t loaded,
like he gets the shakes to aim, like he couldn’t
plug a flying nickel at four dozen

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