Starstruck by Jaya Savage
‘Grappling with the parallax, / I slammed the brakes and tipped.’
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Silences by Anders Villani
‘but what’s the difference // between diving and bound-to-happen falling? / These curved lines—they must / describe passage underneath.’
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Apocalypse, then (and now, carbon lullabies) by Mykaela Saunders
‘denuded pastures knocked up with alien seed / forced into furrows with too much water, the thirstiest of crops / invasive, intensive, insistent impositions’
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That year, my mother taught me what hands are for by Quang Mai
‘imagine a barb-wired mist. imagine / memory’s leash. your breath a steady war.’
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cézanne spunky (c.1885) by Gareth Morgan
‘it’s good to be walking / past a new tree, even / if it’s just that / i collect / myself’
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Melting Pot (Pepper Spray) by Matthew Foreman
‘but somebody tipped the bins / somebody wrote no in the sky’
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Enumerables by π.o.
‘A slice of pizza, is a sector; start at / the North and turn thru the required angle’
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From DV3 by Stuart Barnes
‘The bold aggrieved & cowardly respondent— / men who burst their imperfect gold box.’
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Gaj’s Latin Alphabet by Dženana Vucic
‘how it sits round in my jaw / fills my mouth, boxy and serious’
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