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Nom de flèche by James Cole

If I could stick an arrow into God,
spilled free from bow or empowered gray
with spire, run whooping raw in thunder,
dab with relish those puddles of the kill,
	then I would never need
	to be any better than I am. 
Fair shot, he’d say, but you’ve 
killed a quarry you cannot dress.
        I will take with me his ribs,
and raise buttresses. Hew the pleura
to frame my vault. Relieve the Pantocrator 
        in soft minuscules of stain.
For my sake, he’d say, I hope
you’re kidding. For my sake,
        I hope I am too.

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like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

everything has been hard and heavy, as of late; in my world and the world at large— so yesterday i was drinking in small wonders like pretty tulips dancing out

What I Can Offer You by Rich Orloff

I cannot fix your pain I cannot solve your problem I can’t prevent the sorrow you’re feeling Or even guarantee I’ll make you smile However, because I’ve known Joy embracing

by Natalye Childress

*this poem is in .jpg to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem after rainer maria rilke you, the poet, have become world weary, word-wrought. and god

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Orchards of Udders by Jon Wesick

dripped on the blanket while air rustled tamarind trees. Chekhov drank a Thai iced tea and plummeted out of this poem. A flock of circles twittered in the hacksaw bushes


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