The tilt of fisted history
that kick-starts their DNA to black and purple liquid life
becoming little red birds
and strange chantings—ashes, angels and dolls,
a life in an arc of motion, oh Russian doll.
Jennifer Moxley / Not on My Seashore
Mario Petrucci / Ukritye
John Gallaher / On Your Brilliant Escape
Wanda Coleman / American Sonnets, sonnet 17
Ellen Doré Watson / Flood, According to Her
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