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		<title>Coyotes on Harstine Island</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Faith Allington]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I am sleeping alone on the porch because it’s full inside, the cabin crowded to the last couch. In the dark, I luxuriate in open space under the night sky. Stars catch between the vertebrae of pine branches. Water purls against the dock, haunts every contour of this shore. I drift on sleep’s brink when&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The Dead Of Night</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Vance]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Hands occupied with cat’s cradle, she follows in the footprints, shallow indents on the mossy ground, soon stopping as her mother stands at the gate and wails, a warning to those inside to sleep lightly. Clumps of cyclamen in Butler Belfast sinks for tubs line the gravel path, but the banshee does not approach. The&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Vernazza Blackout</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Koah Baer]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Foreign and alone, I hear the waves. Memories arrive like flotsam and refuse to leave. By moonlight, I discern their outlines. A man’s distant laughter. A red pinprick, far out on the water. Paperback Aciman and Venetian cologne: tobacco and honeysuckle. Makeshift rosaries, recalling all. Pigeons huddle beneath the corbels of a widow’s seafoam villa,&#8230;</p>
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		<title>pillowcase [sand] ballet</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Dorian Winter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Interrupta: Two</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Koss]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>lavender menaces, one spare bedroom girdled by white walls, a dresser, and floorboards a matching vestal bedspread pillowed our uncoiling twice your brother tried to interfere prepped two rooms he said insisted, short of bossing you didn’t care splintered stairs squeaked beneath tiny ghost feet skirring through the layered spite house squeals like feasting pigs&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Night Visitor</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Barbara Krasner]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/barbara-krasner-night-visitor/">Night Visitor</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Plymouth Ghosts</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Carol Taylor Was]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;they&#8217;re out there&#8230;small ghosts who never knew when enough was enough. &#8211; Lawrence Raab &#160; &#160; You don&#8217;t want to believe the stories, but can&#8217;t help thinking about them tonight—especially at two a.m.— not a soul out on Main Street, avenue glistening from an all day rain. Lampposts glowing with pale auras. There’s something about&#8230;</p>
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		<title>night/cabin/lakeside</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mara Adamitz Scrupe]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/mara-adamitz-scrupe-night-cabin-lakeside/">night/cabin/lakeside</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>You Would Love this Poem</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kendra Whitfield]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>You would love this moon Would call me long distance to look at it, Recite The Highwayman by heart Teaching me that beauty gallops Under the jewelled sky You would love this wind, Would drink gallons of tea from colorful mugs And tell me about gales that blew Clampers into the harbor and fluttered Flags&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Predators are everywhere and the Moon is their ally</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jennifer Jones]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2024 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The best nights are Moonless. Under dark skies dappled with crystalline light I unfurl. Smoky wings safe from lunar acid burning away the obsidian wisps. I fly, invisible, in the jewel box around me. Without the aid of that nosy glowing orb, no ravenous eyes catch me. No gaze drags me to open maws ready&#8230;</p>
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