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Darren Demaree Poems

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EMILY AS WE DISCUSS THE BULLET WE FOUND IN THE BACKYARD Gasped like lungs trying to exist outside of a body, Emily & I took turns holding the unfired bullet, saying nothing at all, we passed it back & forth… Continue Reading

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Insect Wife?

The Insect Wife by

01. One morning we wake up to termite wings. It is our honeymoon. Odd and fumbling, we laugh in disbelief; we drink more rum than water, calculating gallons as a way to pass the days. From styrofoam containers: greasy donuts,… Continue Reading

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Prayer And what from the roadside rabbit, shiver-breathed, waning, the coiled perfection of its innards unfurled, can be gathered? I was once shown a horn that had grown from the back of a woman’s head. Erect on a pedestal like… Continue Reading

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Sally Scopa

Small Complications by

When he suggested a blow job under that old tree by the water in the public park, she laughed. She knows almost nothing about poetry, or death. She works at the grocery store. She is, generally, apathetic.She does not expect… Continue Reading

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Sally Scopa

Well-Wrought by

I think we ate when we talked. We filled our throats with vowels. We ate from bowls: mouthfuls of sound in wooden spoons. They are well-wrought and intentional, or more than that, imperative. Eat,speak,tear with teeth. I could stack sounds… Continue Reading

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Sally Scopa

The Knot by

for Francois Mauriac these are coils, not minds, but you’ll keep them quiet and lifelike in a pinewood country cupboard— the Sarlat quarry, the Garonne’s curvature—these supply your territory,argument, indelicate prose eye pinions bandaged like clasped hands over a shuddering… Continue Reading

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