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old bones/cold stones by KG Shea

Listen to a reading of “old bones/cold stones” by KG Shea.

all piled up on a bus stop bench like

A witch left crying in the backyard Leaves falling delicately to the ground Alight upon each other stacking up the

Listen to a reading of “The World As Water” by Zachary Burkhart.

The World As Water

Each bird began as

In the Den, a Jade Forest Light

Deceased, it was obvious he did not want to do what he did.

Digging out the earth with sandpaper shovels, men turned their hides and limestone backs to the stars

dripping sediment stalactites

A Made-Up Song From Memory

There was the night we splashed our way to waters deeper than we cared to

She found me, latched onto my side, we ambled like a creature with a cracked rib— conjoined, pain in our

Nothing in the periodic table of elements prepared you for this many vacant lots. The fruit detectives lumber nearby and

I am a fish pointing toward the sky, My spawning waters tucked behind the stars, I thrash upstream through torrents

Unsold bags of mulch squatted in the yard. Dinky was chained to the snowmobile. The dog food scattered around him