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Come join us Friday night, 8pm! 3/28

At Sibylline Records, 15 S El Molino Ave, Pasadena

Amanda Gunn, Caroline Kanner, Helene Achanzar, Tarik Dobbs, Ethan Seeley, and Ricardo Frasso Jamarillo <3

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March 28, 8pm! Come find us at Sibylline Records @awpwriter

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"I want myself as regurgitate— / an intimacy fragmented and bare..."

Selfie Sonnet [Woman in green lace dress takes a selfie in a coffee shop] by @BridaKristen.

https://t.co/uLImyr4xxb

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(this is a calculation)

Swing Justice by Meredith MacLeod Davidson, a poet and writer from Virginia.

https://t.co/2CFlcVzdb2

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"When crying, tell me, this tropical scent throughout the rain, and everything I truly wish for..."

Afterglow & Recedes by Joefel Bolo, a queer writer from the Philippines.

https://t.co/yJPCili7dk

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We buried her deep because / whatever she said happened.

Two poems by Arvinder Kaur Johri.
https://t.co/NF0NyzyZ3V

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"When the cold was enough / in us we returned home to our red house, which had one / room."

Red House & Raft Craft by Liliana Greyf, who writes from Providence, RI.

https://t.co/8cDipmrVMP

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"We drink in the evenings... / In the mornings / I piece stories together"

Two excerpts from “MARMORE” by @mcrfarley, a poet, editor, and literary critic from Québec currently living in Los Angeles.

https://t.co/mRPp7FwkQN

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"At first, the body was a Ziploc, / vomited from the whip of the wave."

Jellyfish, Ashore & Saline by @zoegward, a creative writing and philosophy student at Denison University.

https://t.co/D2vtKfsHBX

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"as if the ragged cartilage / of this knuckle could be made new, melted, purified, / abstracted from pain, like snow..."

three poems by Buffalo-based writer Joe Hall on directions & snow.

https://t.co/OfNOoBNnZ3

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“I am wearing two sweaters trying to stay warm / I wish I had a baseball glove to take with me / into the ghost forest.” — Everybody Needs Company by @emartinpedersen, a writer who lived for over forty years in eastern Sicily.

https://t.co/b0Ig1QDbbl

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"The mind zooms in, zooms out, / zooms to the death room, back / to bed to sleep. Ten years."

The Time You Need & Mediaeval Sentences from Californian poet Kathleen Winter.

https://t.co/M7z7NwkLXn

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"He is rider & ridden, marrow / & drilled-out bone, sorrow & sorrow / forsaken (& so forth)."

Clomping Onto the Porch & Three Wasps Dabbed In by John Repp, a writer living in Erie, Pennsylvania.

https://t.co/7o6jXHQluC

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"And through the glass windows, the city, the capital, from which all the small-eared rabbits have run away."

From: Etc. by @Ann_Pedone.

https://t.co/2e0y9mw0iz

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"It’s almost a Russian evening with a moon as low as a body"

Three poems by @StellaHayesPoet, who grew up in Brovary, a suburb outside of Kyiv, Ukraine, Chicago, and Los Angeles.

https://t.co/9G4mAdoZSZ

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"to fold the s o f t e s t p i e c e o f myself into the cold halo of a hand & creep open into a small mess."

"things i think about when i’m supposed to be praying" & "i lied, i don’t think i like men enough" from Shy-Zahir Moses.

https://t.co/PC4FZOEGP3

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"Not with flame but with dreams of flame, the article began." -- Relapse #2 from William Varner

https://t.co/W4iIgv26fc

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"This is my final hope— / granddaughter, drink a sip of / this ginger root tea. When you are done, / remember."

"Genealogy" and "5, 6, 7, 8" by Chelsea Zhu, a writer from Maryland.

https://t.co/Boeq98UcUg

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“In the distance / a small boat / softly rocks…”

"Painting" & "Dispensation" by @yk__kim, a writer from South Korea and Pennsylvania.

https://t.co/RLSstJhMP2

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"It is not in my nature to be soothing. / but I promise you  :  his corpse won’t sprout. / His lungs will stay pinned inside his moonish chest."

Two poems from @RitaMookerjee

https://t.co/q7KCxVVmFR