... into confused light with the matted grasses and blackened leaves below the field of ice where I blow on cold coals in a pit of ash and bone. Let it come from the calcium veins branching under graveyards, be root-sucked into breathing green, feed, flower this brain to see...

... everything makes sense > we evolved > see faces in outlets > feel landscape art > tree branches & the veins in our wrists look the same > the fractals > our neighbors spray dandelions in their gutters with glyphosate > we drip around the bucket below we exit the school bus > fun dip & Hi-C-soaked amygdalas...

..., at exquisiteness. There were storms in the night, and when they weren’t atop of him, he watched the lightning racing down from the clouds, hot veins of white lava, the clouds abloom with white and blue and yellow-red heat, sometimes the band of lightning reaching down and dipping into the water, its...

...Michael Hager 41 Michael Hager The Wings Of Our Fathers I dream of the men who walk these passages —veins are hallways in the back of hands. Their steps scuff the entry like...

... corn, a con artist content to hustle the aisles of the neighbourhood grocery store. with maliced bliss you let cuts of meat molder, make the milk curdle, gorge yourself on rotten fruit, on gouging money from the honest veins of customers...

...Alison S. Lebwohl © 2021 Alison S. Lebwohl 2021 Alison S. Lebwohl Before a live audience The street magician pushes the ice pick, pushes through skin, past sinews, nerves, veins: pushes it through his whole hand. Mom, our boys say. Dad, our boys say. Are you watching? A plain man steps...

....           We are having an underwater tea party. I can hear you talking far away: me in the life living                     you in the wide empty. You tell me three or seven is the limit of heroism. You say the space between the state of the vein                   and the bloom of a wave...

... for every fever you ever faked or the hiss of hydrogen peroxide on a dog bite. Hamburger loaves, a lab technician digging for a vein. The little box on the dresser, the one crowded with kernels of milk teeth —​their dark centers. Hereditary terror of crows...

.... Ripening platano in the kitchen. Una chica de chocolate. Yoruba in her veins. Pegao clinging to the bottom of the caldero. Fermented tobacco leaves. Piel oscura como una malta. Como dulce de leche. Sweet like panela. e color of coconut skin. Brown like yautía straight from the earth, malanga. Tamarind...

... a dog. And now he fills minnesota review 84 (2015) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2857745  © 2015 Michelle Bonczek Evory 7 8 the minnesota review your veins, settles    to the bottom of your heart    like small stones...

...Sean Lause Lynndie England is the daughter we always wanted I saw her once down on Summit Street setting stoplights on fire. Don't get me wrong— If I saw her now I'd probably level her But you don't know her in her secret veins and I do. It wasn't orders...

... into the rice paddies anonymous, their clean green fatigues stripped of names. Later, after the firefight ended and they emerged—mud- born, leeches sprouting from their veins— the bush burned new identities on their chests. Home flashed into a snapshot...

... craters; moon seas; Mares Imbrium, Insularum, Nubium, Vaporum, Frigoris; and chill bursts the veins into sections; Sections bring the autopsy to life; life is the giver; Is the taker of things that were important Yesterday; to the mother; of children-not-yet-mothers In the dark; Sides of the moon where...

... with plenty of degrees nailed to the wall ripped open my spine and stapled it shut. I begged for a shot until some bitchy nurse gave in. For days. I craved a liquid song called morphine. When it wasn't singing my veins, it made name every second that blocked its...

... quiet for just a moment, we can both avoid annihilation; another crater in the earth like the one you found me in, digging my own grave / with my teeth, crooked from encountering diamantine sediment, still-warm bones of those who look just like me, rocks, razors, radiation In my veins, there s a sweet...

... fell from her eyelashes like ash. The guy flexed his arms and looked down in disgust at his body. They both had ideas. The guy went and built an exercise chamber. He twisted the veins of a mole rat into resistance bands, and he created a weight machine with fragments of marmot bone. He...

... violence to their more holistic description of a field. Though there are few instances when both kinds of professionals set themselves exactly the same investigative challenge, that was indeed the case with the first of my books in this vein,The Celebration Chronicles. A husband...

... Manifestation It began when she threw herself off an embankment. Her bloated corpse was discovered in the pale flush of daybreak, her veins blue- green glass under thin ribbons of light. Smoky clouds of tadpoles took refuge in her mouth, nostrils, ears. 5. Opening the Eyes and the Throat They erected a stone...

... in a silver basin like so many slippery fish. Then, formaldehyde will be pumped into your veins by a number nine needle. A dab of super glue seals your eye lids shut so that they don t pop open for the viewing and also because, guess what? Your eyeballs have been removed. Your hands will be shaped...

.... It was a battle of beauty, of blood from heart to veins, then to air, to other veins, and to a familiar heart again. Matilda felt spirits pushing like raindrops on the undersides of all their skin. The men would not stop. Their notes made love, accordances, histories. Arguments ensued and stopped...