Poetry

Submersion

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by Brandi Capozzi This is the place where the mind turns, revolution layered upon revolution. Tucked beneath. Sheltered by a stitched steel dome. The…

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Bipolar

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I. A dove into a mirror; A crow into a tree. II. There is a word missing. —A.R. Chase     Archer Rose Chase…

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Bread

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doctors pure as angels, white as chefs peruse menus on clipboards,   their exhaustion mouthed in metric from a graveyard shift cuisine   measuring…

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Vacation

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Arizona was a dry attic we broke into. You told me how we entered in a window splitting under the weight of sunlight, how…

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