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So happy to announce the arrival of three new poems in Black Lily Zine Issue 2! If you want a copy of this gorgeous zine, email blacklilyzine @ gmail.com. Preview below:
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RUST, AND OTHER INEVITABILITIES paper cut on a cardboard boxdandelions’ fluff in the garden bedsour milk forgotten in the fridgemoisture caught in the bread bagupended toy chests piles of books on the floorthe way a body sags towards its endgray streaks our hairdaffodils coming up in green pointsrain on the dry earththe rewilding of once-manicured…
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SNIPER ON THE ROOF OF THE STUDENT UNION A rifle at this distance is a weapon refractingsun like a disco ball, trigger curves as clouds doin a cloudless skysights make meters smallwhere bodies could openlike sunflowers on the green at one signal. Who taughtyou to love what you do?A prayer circle becomesa red target, a…
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CONNECTIONSHold me til I’m fulllike the porridge too hotfor Goldilocks, orthe zone we hope alienslive out their unknowndays. Be my harborslicked in oil and rainbowsfull of dark scaleson the backs of carphoping for bread. I’ll light youup like tinder in my firepit. Table discussiontil tomorrow. The night’sso sweet.
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Two Poems inspired from prompts on Threads (Amy Kay Poetry and Octavia Knight Poetry). IN PRAISE OF the small feat of my bodythe growing aroundlike a blanketwrapped in dark bloodtwice the seams sewn insidecreating new someonesfor the world. LOVING YOU WAS HONEYCOMB stung on the palmas I reached for yourcells sweet stickyburden on the tongueheft…
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A little belated, but so happy to have a poem in the new issue of Gordon Square Review! Please head over there and support all the writers by reading Issue 10! http://www.gordonsquarereview.org/
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Another morning shifts into view like frost receding from rooftops, the unexpected cold of April’s end. The sheets are warm with your body, the imprint next to me where your hand pressed the mattress. Now entropy. I have to leave this space and wake the baby. I finger the edge of the comforter will-less to…
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Bright cold sun of April, the northwest winds whipping your cheeks red and spreading the first of the season’s pollen. Shock of yellow Daffodils holding on through sleet and snow cover reminders of the coming warmth. You pick handfuls of stems and spread them on the concrete leaving trails of green against the composite like…
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I am thrilled to share another wonderful April of poetry with you all! Local highlights this month include: -April 7, Flying Words Project at Kent State -April 9, “How Do We Talk To Each Other?” The Cleveland Humanities Festival -April 21, Ekphrastacy at Heights Arts -April 24-May 1, Lakefront Cleveland Poetry Festival, including workshops, open…
Amanda Stovicek D'Alessandro 