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Category: Poetry

Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
june bug

june bug

makes its way underground/ into the interior skeleton of the house/ up through the...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Bumbershoot

Bumbershoot

Because the art of losing is so easy, it’s all the more amazing I...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
this was me before you

this was me before you

i.my mouth was Lake Michigan,spilling water-willows onto cashmere.I wrote poetry across the thighs of...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Aposematism

Aposematism

We see it most often in the frogswe know from botanical gardens,nature museums, aquariums,...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Matariki

Matariki

She returns here, every year to the daya nomad continenttugged in by the bright...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
spun glass

spun glass

molten threadshardened into delicate beautyeasily shatteredhandle with care silent while intactbut when broken, each...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
A Brief History of Tea

A Brief History of Tea

I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Three Ideogramic Compounds

Three Ideogramic Compounds

思: thought takes place       In the field of heart 闷: depressed when your heart is       Shut...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Forests are Fragile Now

Forests are Fragile Now

unless you are woodpecker, do not tap: leavebark unscarred by your etched remembrances: treesbleed                      (bark...
Post Categories Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry
Thinking of Central America When the Baby Dies

Thinking of Central America When the Baby Dies

for Kaya Jacobs You can’t see me,but I trudge through a maze of sacuanjoche...

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