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A false translation of every poem I’ve ever written.

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by Chris Farago.

The cat smiled, seeing a sparrow in flight;
the sparrow would be wounded, soon,
and in his grasp. The sparrow smiled,
also, for he would be in the grasp of the cat,
fulfilling a thousand million prophecies
told by prophets born long before them.
The sparrow winked as he dove groundward. The cat smiled, again.

Compromise with the Air.

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by Marissa Bell Toffoli. The edge of the world glows in the evening, enchants city buildings. Take in the view from on high. Gossamer bridges span dappled bay water, the skyline floats above foundations. You stand like a lighthouse, rigid with responsibility, signaling endlessly from your precipice. Watch as a crow swoops through the scene. […]

San Diego Zoo.

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by James Croal Jackson. after our red leash became frantic unsure of what grip the wilderness had or which eyeline to focus on oh aquamarine jewels oh black-silk storks name the artist who decided traffic was a logjam in their brain all you must do (golden hour brown on the frizz of your hair) is […]

the blooming meadows.

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by Jakub Paczesniak. (translated by Charles S. Kraszewski) the blooming meadows spread wide just outside the door a stream of honey-coloured light fell from the sky the trees turned their green faces in our direction the valley filled with figures of air and we went along thinking that we’re going along alone  

Those Wild Animals Our Dreams.

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by JW James. moving slowly through the forests maybe you only get a glimpse the fox of nowhere the foxes of nothing your sensual psyche stretches across the landscape you are a deep hidden lake of everything when you drop down when you lift the skies there is no turning back and nightblack-feathered raven blocks […]

Cryptic Dreams.

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by Barry Vitcov. Before waking from a baseball game where the right fielder was an amoeba a limbless organism without arms playing a position requiring the best arms in a championship game doing the most harm. Or was I confused? Maybe it was a player named Joe Amoeba, or Mickey, or Willie, or Duke. What […]

Old Earth, New Testimony.

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by Diana Morley.   Never thought quakes were useful beyond continents pulling up their hems and resettling into new more comfy positions, but turns out they’re not only dead giveaways of the earth’s mettle but also the metal ball at the true center. I imagine the interface between liquid core and the iron-nickel ball four-hundred […]

Recovery.

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by Chris Farago. I count small memories as if they were lights on a string, alternating colors and years and differing quality of breath. At 6 I am alone in a room, somewhere. Again at 17, and also 12, not quite sure of the past or the future, then or ever. Today might be Tuesday, […]

If you’d like to come through now.

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by Bernard Pearson. Like a librarian shooshing the ocean, It seemed so pointless some how That we should wish to see her now, Hair spread out like bracken, face chiselled, in quietude, As if for some ceremonial purpose. And her teeth on a washstand In a Tupperware container the kind You might put fish food […]

Inevitable Attraction is a Cliché.

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by Barry Vitcov. Depending upon one’s point of view, our attraction was inevitable. Allow me to explain: I was at rest doing my best to conserve energy before you bumped into me. I swerved one way, you the other. At that point, it was all relative. We arced like independent rainbows seeking treasure beyond measure. […]