Skull 100, or, a Brief History of Barbarism
“even Time, the glutton, says enough, / withers leaks in in her mandible. / the merlot streams from the cavities,”
“even Time, the glutton, says enough, / withers leaks in in her mandible. / the merlot streams from the cavities,”
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By Alisha Brown
“I tell it to the ducks, who have / no dialect beyond the lightness // of their bodies.”
By Trace DePass
“born decrepit in my subject position quest / (←)ion, marked, punctuated. i swing from it. i wrote it / backwards, start penultimate, i’m par [← achuting,”
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“In the morning worms rise / slick from the earth. / They haven’t seen the sun / since you drove your brother’s name / into dirt.”
“Heaven is waiting: a pair of snow / leopards guard the entrance in sculpted marble and obsidian, each coiled round the other, muscles / tensed and ready. I open the door.”
By Felix Eshiet
“the fair boy says he’s been peeling since manhood stripped him of innocence, but that’s not a / grief solvent enough to dissolve his whole”