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Cassandra Caverhill
Each filament of shed hair seeks coupling, and I can’t blame what leaves my body when I want more than what I’m given. Mom says I’m a low-maintenance woman, not a no-maintenance woman. I buy myself bouquets; sunlight reveals a strand in spokes of verbena. I unravel its grip, a scarf slipping from an elegant…
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Katrina Kaye
The wildflowers will not survive. A mumble and murmur stomping the surface of the earth has displaced their fragile roots. The smoke will rise, scatter, stumble in the wind. The gentle opening of petals to sun will be smothered by air clouded over by a thick explosion of bravado. The wildflowers will not survive, but…
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Casey Aimer
Let’s reinvent digital love, eliminate names from our histories until we can’t search for anything except each other. Our avatars met at a freefall punk show, unsanctioned sounds amplifying an atmosphere while we moshed like pinballs among endless mist. For dates we floated into 3D art show renders, copyrights be damned, superimposed our interpretations atop…
