March 9th, 2010
Nicelle Davis
Nicelle Davis, Poetry
Mark Kerstetter
My parents are still here due to the snow
That's falling fatly on us in Cheyenne
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When she knew you were in her,
she clawed off her skin and lay
March 2nd, 2010
Robert Lee Brewer
Poet's Market, Poetry, Robert Lee Brewer, Writer's Market
Mark Kerstetter
trying to shut the howling of the whistle out of my sleep trying to get
back to a memory that aroused me once upon a time taking the Night
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We spill ourselves all over ourselves—our excess light
A nameless afternoon
in a small San Francisco
apartment
February 22nd, 2010
Kathleen Kirk
Kathleen Kirk, Poetry
Lethe Bashar
How the Muses have treated us.
They:
Sing of rage, then ragers.
Sing of weapons, then men.
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I was ready to open: dew hung from my leaves.
I was like all the others