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Ian Harris
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Adrian Perry
Confound with proof yet no belief
the ghost who condemns youth to flame,
to compost, sapling – care for it; an oak
is promised by a leaf.
In winter acorn bread will fill you;
drink juice from the sun's bitter fruit
brewed warm to heart's content, and with
an heir's pride of nigh estate watch dawn
paint green on copper leaves, and from
the wind's first breath catch secrets in
a birchbark chest to bury when
it's summer and the tree is bare.
Isaac Ross
>an oak is promised by a leaf
>not a seed
James Price
I skimmed through foundations edge. Its the closest ive ever come to finishing a book. I like how theres a machine thaf calculates particles to predict the distant future.
Nathaniel Clark
the sapling starts to grow = eventual tree
a seed might not sprout, so there's no promise there
Brody Nelson
also
>seed
Christian Bennett
>a slight breeze moved through the screen escaping darkness. a cat on the sill felt his fur shift in the wind as he peered outside.
Bentley Young
I smeared thick, chunky shit in ropes
Over Christy's hairy thighes; her choke
Set pounding symphonies, rippling ships
Streaming to my fingertips.
After, I strung her body from a bridge,
And it dangled sadly, knocked by rocks
Chucked by kids whose smattered socks
Once were white. They smack their lips.
I passed through glades and smokey fields
And reached her silent, silver-black pond, knelt,
And deeply, flatulently shat.
John Lopez
wow
Lincoln Cooper
Edgy as fuck