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Poetry
Angel Heart
Andrew Kozma
Here’s to what you never know having done and so can never admit to. A snake under your skin, a vein too bold and blue, the visible path of the heart your father died of. A ...
Poetry
From “Goodbye 7”
Emily Sieu Liebowitz
& in your deck, perhaps my acorn is a clover, or my pike in your vision turned to leaf, & though you know my knave be your knight, what piece of yourself was ...
Poetry
Persona
Claire Schwartz
I was born and stitched with cousins. They put myth in my pocket and a tune on my tongue. Wherever he went, my grandfather carried a capsule of cyanide. Now his language is ...