By Palmer Durham
just the right size to push through past the hounds baying in the distance to this voice
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By Kyle Dunn
How the sea awaits your silver ship,
reflecting the stars, dead and dying still
in the eyes of sibilant travellers
By Mary Elizabeth Vance
The shell was empty but perfectly shaped
for my fingers to push through, spiraling over
its crests with thumbprints and silence.
By Mary Elizabeth Vance
There are a few things one should know about holy land.
Translation yoking globe, terrain, and atlas
is never lossless.