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Hattie Atkins: All Creatures

You emerge, bowlegged, and blinking into the sun,skin paled like fruits before the harvest. I ask whereyou’ve been, but you sigh and shake your headand we tread the path home, careful and unspeaking,mud emptying from your pocketslike an offering. I offer a bowl and I offer a bed, but you’re sateddespite all you’ve abstained, and…

Jane Hartshorn: ‘Cardinal’ and ‘Blood Count’

Cardinalwe are crouching overa rabbittrying to discernthe cause of deathtangle of innardsbrocade of purplespleen hot breathof flesh crampedcentipede of thesmall intestinethe dashed cardinalof its open throatindigo-soaked andsteaming runicmy tongue lying heavyin my mouthsqueezing musclesin sequencethe sound of grass and violettearing from the tap-root Blood Countthe cold of the instrumentas it pushes underslipping into dermislike an…

Scott Lilley: sonnet simp

to begin, and no matter how deconstructed the form, in a collection of sonnetsit is somewhat unavoidable that the reader may expect to interpret a love poem.What I mean by this is that said love poem may not necessarily be some overtor passionate elucidation rather may contain yearning, an object of desire, the whimto achieve…