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This is a story about remembering: neurons pop like an invasion, like a firestorm, sparks & shrapnel lighting the dark space in every direction. You don’t see them. You see because of them. Chuck Carlise @NewIssuesPress

The clamoring of spirits springs up inside the piano. What are we waiting for, those of us who hear? Already a waif with torn clothes and a finger, I want you like a tight fit, like a swallow under eaves. Sawnie Morris @NewIssuesPress

I've got so much love stuck in my heart Blood is like that It stops and just sits In the center of the empty house David Dodd Lee @NewIssuesPress