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February 2025

Waiting
Orange door frames and oil stains you slipped on and forgot. Mummified remains somewhere in a cave I’ll never see. The grease dripping off the burritos…
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Truman Burgess
Re-Lation-Ships
I think I’m ready to let go of certain people, to finally let go— not with a grand speech nor with a bang, but softly, with a whimper. I’m ready to let…
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Melody Jack
Contentment
Most nights, I dream about everything from the fantastic to the horrifying.
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Melody Jack
Yin
Black tar once poured down my childhood street. Icicles grew from my gutter. Someone once told me I’m a narcissist. Someone just told me, “You have the…
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Truman Burgess

January 2025

A Lamb Amongst the Wolves
Dear God,
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Melody Jack
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Shalom
The spear dives through ice water, white and steel. The fish flails like an upside-down crescent moon after a night of red wine. I think I have it…
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Truman Burgess
In the Depths
This lion could rip my face off, and the backs of his ears are softer than pure snow. This lion could snap my skull, and he nuzzles cubs gently…
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Truman Burgess
The World is a Treadmill
We’re washing dirty feet long before the race. The electronic rubber we forget to keep awake is a wisp on our shoe soles— but that’s what it’s for, this…
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Truman Burgess
Desperately, Hoping
A year ago, I found your art,
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Melody Jack
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