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blue-collar father — Blood+Honey

by Alice Blackwell “Growing up, bicycle riding seemed like a rudimentary skill / Instead, I developed my own LLC to diagnose, treat, and mend wounds / My healing abilities emerged at 8 / Far too you...

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three poems — Blood+Honey

by Piper Rasmussen “The vision of a Queen appears ( see also: milagro, fantasma) / ‍as if from the center of a fluffy white cloud / ( see also: oscurecida, desaparecida)”

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disciple (ch. 19) — Blood+Honey

by Tom Stuckey “There was something distant and asexual about Sandra, she was too much sex that it became non-sexual.”

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the baby is not your competition — Blood+Honey

by Kendra Augustin “The baby stares into your eyes like it has something to say. Does it have something to say or do staring contests just come naturally to babies?”

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seals — Blood+Honey

by Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff “One day waves will break through the walls, rush up and over the prom, crash through the glass, and carry the seals back to the ocean. They will float on their backs and b...

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This is the home of our communities: The SmokeLong Fitness year-round workshop The Village with All of the Flash Writers

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by Nayt Rundquist “Lighting flickers across blackening expanse distorted through rainstreaked panes, & the zombies seem a little less eager to break into your room.”

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five poems — Blood+Honey

by Wayne F. Burke “A man calls “come / when I call” and / a small boy comes running.”

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until nothing osmosed out of pickles — Blood+Honey

by Mitchell Ny “ Hup hup. Feel your chest expand. When it’s all-the-way full, take two more little sips and hold. Count to three. And whoosh—let it all out. Imagine your lungs shriveling like raisin...

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honey, spice, and spirit — Blood+Honey

by Phaedra Saffron “This drink is honey, spice, and spirit…I shall drink it in your honor, your ever-loving memory. Serenaded by her speeding cars, her homeless men playing all manner of instruments...

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until nothing osmosed out of pickles — Blood+Honey

by Mitchell Ny “ Hup hup. Feel your chest expand. When it’s all-the-way full, take two more little sips and hold. Count to three. And whoosh—let it all out. Imagine your lungs shriveling like raisin...

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four poems — Blood+Honey

by Jade Kleiner “…my eyes droop. my soul droops, / but my toes in their shoes do not. / every toe is agitated, ready to run…”

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the blinding of samson at w 79th street (south of zabar’s) — Blood+Honey

by Joe Pagano, Jr. “That night you plucked the red words / from my mouth like berries in the wild / and found a place for them in your breast…”

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disciple (ch. 18) — Blood+Honey

by Tom Stuckey “To be fair to Billy, I could understand his desire to escape. If I were 20 again I would perhaps have had the same desire, but now in my 40’s it deemed to be unreasonable, if not und...

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perennial conception — Blood+Honey

by Tarah Burrows “ Tupelo trees slumber in a stagnant river, sentinels dozing under a net of stars. A portrait of idleness, they loom undisturbed. Stoic.”

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three poems — Blood+Honey

by Liz Mariani “This Buffalo pizza sweats lakes of golden grease / Like proud parents / We glaze lovingly into these tiny bowls / Liquid copper pepperoni peace”

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five poems — Blood+Honey

by Crystal James “Today, I celebrate my inner child / Her strength and resilience / Her messy hair and shy voice / Her dirty feet and fearless climb / Her vigilance / Her hope / Her love for red pop...

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family reunion — Blood+Honey

by Ellen White “My cousin and I have been looking for Bridget Reynold’s grave for twenty years. Lots of Reynolds. Just one Cornelius. On the headstone:  Bridget, his Wife  cut sharp beneat...

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This Also Sucks — Blood+Honey

by Loel Earl “If I had a nickel / for every time / I had a tumid erection / on an airplane, / I'd have the necessary funds to / purchase a plane…”

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i should have known — Blood+Honey

by A. L. Smith “I should have realized something was wrong when I saw the rag stuffed into the floor vent and heard her lingering on the other side of the door, barring my escape.”

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five poems — Blood+Honey

by Shon Mapp “…your nightshade skin / seems so smooth, / taut. My teeth long / to pierce it. Lessen / this buffer of air / between us.”

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black on her tongue (in parts) — Blood+Honey

by E. G. Ware “‘she’s such a good baby,’ my mother says, present and bright…’she never cries,’ my father says, as the wine climbs red, ‘we forget she is there, she’s feather and light,’ no crying, o...

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true men: harry truman #33 (1945-1953) — Blood+Honey

by Wesley R. Bishop “True men don’t cry,” my father told me the day the pony threw me to the ground. “Those who do, walk home.”

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write to live, or live to write — Blood+Honey

Golden Shovel Poem by Jordan Trethewey (from the serialized chapbook There Is More ) “It is at times when I / am bored into inertia I write / as act of defibrillation…”

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blood moon — Blood+Honey

by Ioana Barbulescu “I’ve been unwell for days. It’s the blood moon , my husband jokes, and I wonder if chewing on his liver would quench my anemic thirst.”

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