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zoerose on her Ethereal Debut Album

zoerose on her Ethereal Debut Album

Listening to zoerose this early on feels almost like discovering her. In her debut, she already has the voice of an artist that commands attention, with a bright sound that spins beauty from regret / Dilara Sümbül
Read Flat Ink's 2024 Pushcart Nominations

Read Flat Ink's 2024 Pushcart Nominations

V&V

V&V

Em Dietrich / i learned to hate virginia woolf when i was nineteen, / standing in the streets of london, bloomsbury wrinkling / me between the creases of my notebook
Theophany

Theophany

Christ Keivom / In dreams, the dust of the street, / keeps the scent / of your footprints.  / I track them & like an animal / follow you / into the mountains. Hoping you’d / appear to me. As God did to Moses.
Photographs from the 1990s

Photographs from the 1990s

Kristiana Reed / I admit I do not trust the man in the wedding photographs / now in a kilt / now on a giant bridge leading to the giant’s causeway / but I hope / still hope / he was the one who caught me in heels
Mòó (Second Canto)

Mòó (Second Canto)

Oluwafunmilayo Akinpelu / Susan is life herself. She doesn’t look like it, though. Not with her literally strapped onto the bed, looking on her best days like a ghost-bride in waiting.
Smokey Arms

Smokey Arms

Hiram Larew / Lately I’ve been amazed by my father’s memory / As I remember him — / He could recall as brightly as the skin of an apple / how his father was certain but quiet. / He knew by heart the snow on those very steps where / he first spied my mother
Architecture of Ruins

Architecture of Ruins

Saturn Browne / This was when you / were still a stranger to me, & whether it was a blessing or a curse, I’m / still uncertain.
I confess my love in New Hampshire

I confess my love in New Hampshire

Saturn Browne / Even though I knew from the start / that you knew what I wanted. All the shadows. The musk of your / hoodie, your arms pressing against mine. It rains so hard even / in June.
Hero-Poet Wolf Found Thousands of Miles From Homeland, Dead

Hero-Poet Wolf Found Thousands of Miles From Homeland, Dead

Ryan Matera / I did not read the article but I think this wolf is dead because, as I mentioned, it was in the obituary section. As far as the news I can deliver in this rag-of-note, I can say only this, firmly: there was a wolf in Southern California.

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