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Poetry  – 

How We Knew

Ashley Anna McHugh

for Ashley Paige-Powers

 

The way the moths above us know the light
and will not leave it, circling all night.
The way birds wake before the sun—and still
resound for its rising, certain that it will.


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The Vindicator

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•Bref Double

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Attune and attenuate,
love’s a minor magistrate
strapping a wand to her
inner moon, a pearled mound

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While You Are Shaving, It Rains

Leila Chatti
Outside the window, its similar rhythms. The pane’s bleary vision comforts me; it smooths the edges of the mountains like…