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		<title>Meena</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sakina Qazi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>originally published in Wilder Things Magazine &#160; One more vermilion rose From the blossom seller, the painter buys. ‘Upon Meena’s sweet palm, I will lay this petaled seraph, This martyred thing of scarlet. What sublime gifts you give, Good vendor! Through me to Meena, Blessed love of mine, when she comes.’ And thus the painter&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The Prairie</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kelly Burdick]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Leafhopper on a leadplant: stuck to a stem thrust through dirt chafing beneath bluestem that whispers, “wildfire.” The leafhopper does not understand. I will devour the meadow, yet nymphs will still see sun. The nature of things: light licks grass, bugs crawl and sing, I devour and am consumed in return. Even without the snap&#8230;</p>
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		<title>daughters need to save their own lives</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Karan Chambers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/karan-chambers-daughters-need-to-save-their-own-lives/">daughters need to save their own lives</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Desperate Muse</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Hannah Elliott]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Pearls pool in the hollow of her throat golden curling crown of hair, with ringlet wisps at her ears her face is turned towards the sun beams posing for the portrait, she hears the brush sweep against the canvas smells the paint, imagines herself immortalised to be fawned over by hearts not yet born the&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/hannah-elliott-desperate-muse/">Desperate Muse</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Grasshopper</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken Anderson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By chance, I discovered you in the little oasis of the clay pot where the parrot feather of a miniature palm tree grew. At a glance, I thought another palm had shot up overnight. You were both odd flames of the same green fire. Only, you could leap breath- takingly high, with wings for fronds,&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Days Pass As Spring Blooms</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sakina Qazi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>originally published in Morning Fruit Magazine I. beside the blackberry bush below a soft film of dusk as the thrush whistles, we sit to wash our wounds. II. each star is unpinned and the fledgling dawn ascends, as we shed the gauze and once more put bleeding foot after bleeding foot on the dandelion trails.&#8230;</p>
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		<title>None The Wiser</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Melanie Chartoff]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I felt it happen gradually over the last few weeks. A change in momentum, a pause at a precipice. I noticed during the fading of summer into autumn, I slipped past the adolescence of my senescence and began to enter a home stretch, a third act.&#160;&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;This merits a halt to contemplate, to mark the&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Memorial </title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Eve Connor]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>for M.v.d. Lubbe &#160; Torstraße. Friedrichstraße. At last, the street for the composer deceased of dementia or melancholia or depression. More names: Reindhart, Langhoff, Brahm. Behind the trees, a woman gives her neck up to Death. In her hands are flowers. O mockery of heads! His stone is the body. Late theatre-goers idle in the&#8230;</p>
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		<title>What Is Not There</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sandra Salinas Newton]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>originally published in Vita Brevis (online), July 2021 It is still there just below the surface Under the sand under the rocks under the sea Under the infinite sky What the mourning dove cries to the sun and clouds What the honeysuckle clings to for strength and scent What each green and yearning thing in&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Cache</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Muro]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2023 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A blood-shot moon’s heat- stunned and staggering through blue, unmoving air, and all things are held close to ground, including a wind that barely brushes quiet queues of creeping pink and purple phlox. Even tides appear like ephemeral flares that might ignite these tinder- dry nibs of grass. That we could, like the nuthatch rifling&#8230;</p>
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