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The Invasion
by Holly Day The caterpillar crawls along the leaf, a promise of butterfliesthwarted. Rough, orange knobs cover its back, a rash of wasp eggslaid just days before. At any moment wasp larvae could hatch and split through the caterpillar’s soft, emerald skintumble clumsily across its helpless body, devour it so slowlyuntil only a dead, empty…
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Business Trips
by Lauren Bender I pack my identity guides, flip and re-flip the pages in my quest to makea catalognot just of what I am and not just of what I think I amor what I would like to think I ambut what I could be. Most important of all those possibilities, and the waymy astrological…
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Two Poems
by Toi Sibley My Poems Are My SongsMy songs are my poemsbut I can’t sing their hooksI never had the abilityit wasn’t taken by a crookanchored in gravitationbelieving my limitationsmy poems have been wrongeddeprived of becoming my songs. My Lover’s ArmsMy lovers arms are like an ocean when it is quiet and stillcreeping up onto the…