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Artwork By Lottie Anderson.

"Lottie creates ethereal experiences often exploring our relationship with nature. She loves playing with the idea of our ‘ inner child’ with paint... Transferring her daydreams onto canvas is a great form of catharsis."

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Artwork by @ParaMetaThinker

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No art or photography features for our next issue. Say it ain't so. Will you help us remedy this? Here are some things we've published in the past that caught our eye. Send us what catches yours. #art #photography #submissions https://t.co/ACLa1AvJ3M

There Was a Murder in the Field

near our house this morning--
fifty or so crows wearing Goodwill
overcoats, begged frozen soil
for seeds. There is something sad
about crows, as if they know
they know too much.

—Linda Neal Reising

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The mornings were for smoke, hazy and thick in the mouth from the fires that were still smoldering in the landfill. Sometimes it smelled like the campfires she and Zosia sat around that first year, in the Fall in the hills outside of town.

—Katie Schmid

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"When you are a child, [the] creative wellspring is so close to the surface- you haven’t yet obscured it with the debris of life experience and cultural expectation."

From the archives:
An interview w/ Artist Elizabeth Shupe

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“Poetry is a sort of homecoming.” -Paul Celan. We'd like to think so, and that after the longest journey you find you are welcome here, always, a place at the table. We hope you'll send your poems, your testaments, your lyrical hearts to Dana Espinosa @ ahcpoetrysubs@gmail.com

Beautiful snapshots of our book launch at powerHouse taken by our host and anthology contributor @pasagiae

@tiannag92 @review_blue @BlanketSea @CrackTheSpine @NabuReview @TinyFlamesPress @picaroonpoetry @TheRagQueens @penandanvil @riggwelterpress @LoveisL08414683 @ConstellateLit @femininecollect Happiest of new years to you Tianna! ❤️

"In the new country, my grandmother
and her sisters carried their heads
like anchors, woven canisters meant
for immeasurable grain. One married
a different man for every decade of her life.
One’s brain got erased by waves"

Featured poet Emily Lake Hansen

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