March 9th, 2010

Nicelle Davis

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I was ready to open: dew hung from my leaves. I was like all the others
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When she knew you were in her,
she clawed off her skin and lay

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March 2nd, 2010

Robert Lee Brewer

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I like to hear what Wordsworth ate: suet, chops, potatoes – he was never well but trod the miles dejected while his sister baked
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We spill ourselves all over ourselves—our excess light

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March 1st, 2010

William Taylor Jr.

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every day Sarah gave thanks for the embalmed words of her childhood
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A nameless afternoon
in a small San Francisco
apartment

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February 22nd, 2010

Kathleen Kirk

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When she knew you were in her, she clawed off her skin and lay
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I was ready to open: dew hung from my leaves.
I was like all the others

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