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by Morgan Murphey
Your song lingers in my house
Stepping up the stairs
And gently closing the door
finds me in my bed
wraps its chords around me
and loves me like it was you
Sleeps in my bed
Breathes through my hair
Whispers in your [...]

by Mark Lindberg (composed with stolen phrases*)
great peculiarities pertain
just as you promised
Without the assistance of that Divine Being
the circle will be closed

We found this morning that
the River had fallen
so costly a sacrifice
I look at you

the Great Spirit

I observe too much
joined hands
rapidly beating heart
towering pines all around

they died to [...]

by Ally Malinenko
The waitress at the Spotted Cat in
Faubourg Marigny, leans against the bar
as she tells us about Froggie’s upcoming shows.
We had spent all day
going from bar to bar trying to track down
St. Louis Slim.
He’s playing here on Saturday, she drawls
letting the sounds plunk down on the sticky bar
top like water drops.
But by Saturday we’ll [...]

by Chris Holst
In that house I couldn’t use my sore fingertips
to cut the clover, four-, five-, or six-leaved,
I spent hours searching for
instead of pulling my hair in the summer sun.
I didn’t like wearing my glasses–
I couldn’t see how the world really was
through their dirty plastic lenses.
But then, I didn’t want to see.
That summer I held [...]