Everything, issue 37, Poetry

PARTING POEM by KIT ARMSTRONG

After Brad Paisley, “Ticks” Every atmosphere                         you bottle to your lips was the other half                  of an idea. Let’s get out of drive, find a moonlight,           kiss a path I used to […]

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Everything, Issue 34, Poetry

SAW-DUST BLENDED WITH SPIT by SAM FROST

isn’t glue / that doesn’t mean I didn’t sit in his car and wonder what it would be like to love calmly / man-made chemicals burn tongues / he leaned over and licked my lips / saliva can kill   Sam Frost lives in Los Angeles and spends most of her time binge drinking green […]

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