by Jennifer Crow War touches the mysteries, reorders the deck of living and dead as it shuffles and deals out the end of futures. Soldier sits in a tent, hat pushed back over the remnants
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Medusa considers her lover, Poseidon by KL Pereira He likes to let down my hair, his water-cool fingers unfurling the serpents and their silken tongues til their scaly bodies scrape the sandy floor of the seabed, that cornflower room where monsters make love.
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by Rose Lemberg  The music that bespelled the nightingale to sing two songs—one for all other mortals, one for lovers revealed its heart to me— come, my beloved, the wind will break the windows of your fear,
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by Alexandra Seidel A dead sigh cloaks the night like the wedding dress the bride fog and mist converge to form curtains for your eyes the wind knows words, learned them on a whim and wings that are no angel’s wings make you think of heaven’s chained up gates
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by Erik Amundsen To a weary mind, you might say this voice was the softness of a bed on sore muscles, a grace, a generosity. And who could blame you, to fear no sirens in the dry places, where oceans are but echoes in white sand
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