Ritual in Art

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My Ritual of Snaphot by Kathryn Boland

No one to judge me but myself. No one to please or rubric criteria to meet. Just me, the ducks, the trees, the water, and my camera. Click. Swoosh. Quack.

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Three Poems from Gillian Thomas

loose harvest In another life, I was edible flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee that said tubular. It came to define me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

Eulogyafter a song by Tool If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...

Two Poems by Jessica Genia Simon

Preserves I have an urge to preservetoday, boil the remaining fruitsto their sticky sugars, remove the pits and seeds, smash fleshadd pectin and lemon juice, pourand...
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