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October 22, 2018 | Poetry

Four poems

Lauren Stroh

TO LOUISIANA

I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me

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Construction of a Last Ditch Garden

Devan Collins Del Conte

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.

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Notes On Scarring

Jonathan Gleason

The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.

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Jared Shaffer

Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood.