Love Note

By: Michael Gause

the point of love
is real and
under itself

rents the outer
and inner
rings of desire

Too bad sex is the weak conceit
a child with a child with a child
with a heart

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His Peacoat And His Sunglasses.

By: Shane Jesse Christmass

some carnal some clear how they died
I’d like to fire saliva upward to stop rundown
how so?
some carnal some clear scientific chewing gum in near clear balls be heard
some carnal some clear she stands in out open on the tabletop
he had past performance and trying to appear on a banana and hourglass
some carnal some clear gotta floor song Jump however much he might
nature and then you can believe, ear double appears
he’s wearing his y-fronts and peacoat
some carnal some clear the water chestnuts were the first ones moment
he starts towards the door
she goes on up the steps to be
trapped within
if they are jumbled watching him
within Physics some carnal some clear

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Dear Mazzy Star

By: Michael Gause

I know.
I stopped.
But the sounds outside wouldn’t,
and I grew tired of falling asleep,
even in your arms.

Deep as you are,
the world changed as you rode
your single wrenching wave. I remember
the day I started walking,
sad I could no longer fade into you.

I stopped.
I know.
But let’s do this.
Meet by the water.
When the leaves start to die.
Say little
and drift off
over and over and over.

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Coup de foudre

By: Virginie Colline

                                                                       a

c o l l i s i o n    b e t w e e n    a    s h o o t i n g   s t a r   a n d
                                                                       h
                                                                       u
                                                                       n
                                                                       d
                                                                       e
                                                                       r
                                                                       b
                                                                       o
                                                                       l o v e  a t   f i r s t   s p a r k
                                                                       t

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Replis de mémoire

By: Virginie Colline

sand and dust
between the folds
of your letter
that’s the way our
   me

mo
      ry

    crum
            bles

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Instructions For Folding

By: Feliz Lucia Molina

re: Folding

T-shirt. / t-
Shir/ t- / shirT-
shirt.

Un-folding

1. The Original Sin of Business

Tie. T
ie. i.
e., etc.

2. The Original Sin of Secretaries

Sleeee.ve
Sleee
vesl
eEveS
Leave.S
le. Eve.

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Instructions for Folding (continued)

By: Alessandra Bava

I keep folding
some in, some out.

Doesn’t life at times
resemble an
origami play?

A red paper is
folded to give shape to
some carnal lady.

The black one
takes the form of
some cruel villain.

I keep folding and folding
seeking new characters:

a puppeteer enchanted by
my own paper and ink world.

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Birds

By: Natasha Kessler

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Instructions for Folding

By: Joanne Cheung

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Lost in the Folds

By: Kathryn Gessner

The woods is not lost—
even the tenderest cedar shoots
into a blaze of mossy manzanita,
knows its way—
and I stand here listening
to squirrel and woodpecker thrum,
heat and flies, bumblebees
at the edge of garden dream
deep into something just
escaping me, some truth coming
to the surface, essence, nature.
There is absurdity in the tension
of thought here where the woods
knows where it is,
its own plot
towering
in canopies
and springing free from rocks
that crack with time,
someone’s time after my time,
the sliding downhill rockface
impervious to its plight.

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