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Lament

By Sanam Sheriff

December 3, 2020

At a certain point, I lost you. I came to know it first
as a weather, the earliest hour of day breaking
on the bedsilk, its low rung of light, a pregnant silence.

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Phantom Heart

By Sanam Sheriff

December 3, 2020

This is the sound love makes—
tolling of a tongueless bell, its wagging
and wagging despite; its whole head
teeming with wind. The sound

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Sphinx

By Traci Brimhall

Summer 2018

The last time I left your house I saw a moth
on the black skin of a puddle, ruining herself
on the moon’s reflection. Dear sphinx hawkmoth

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Holding

By Jamie Quatro, Illustrations by Anna Schuleit Haber

Winter 2016

This is how it is with my mind, heading out over the ocean, tipping one way so I see only water, shades of blue and green and cloud-shadow slate; tipping the other, all sky and complication of cloud. Ruckus of glinting refracted light. Some days, just empty gray, in both directions.

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