Against the Sky

Lee Potts

Against the Sky

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Tiny, new habits of muscle hitch my hand and pen and encrypt each word as it’s put to paper. Lines in the letters tend to angle off for no reason…

Rebecca Kokitus

The Beetle

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all broken and yellow as antique things tend to be there is beauty in oxidation, in the elements eating through metal like larvae through leaf the smell…

Madeleine Corley

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autumn smells of an ashen orange leaf stretching on its cot of morning dew. i lift my window for the embers floating in the air. the Midwest has a kind…

Elisabeth Horan

The Wind Plays Tricks On Me In September

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Long are the rhythms of pain in the fall– Single leaves upon the wind float then flip, I assume them dead kin: a tree frog a thrush a red squirrel…

Lisa Stice

On This Autumn Equinox

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may the night cool the day into a fog, dripping from trees and roof’s overhang by morning may I wake to the heron sounding its long note as the sun…