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Writing from a Place of Urgency

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December 2017

A Lifetime’s Work

kaleb (worst)   I want to know who you will be taking home. The warm night drinks skyfuls of smoke, our hats collide, our eyes open and close— we cradle our bodies, ones we used to serve platters of teeth,... Continue Reading →

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What It’s Like To Know You Now

Lindsay Stewart   in tinted hours when everything will bloom and boom a delightful disintegration a concentrated chaos beneath the moon when palm trees dance on rooted feet I rush home to wonder at your strange soul

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sarra jahedi  

Poverty: Home I-III

Rachel E. Diken  

Omward Bound

Travis Newbill   Recognition​ ​of​ ​arrival’s​ ​occasional Circumstances​ ​of​ ​innards​ ​are​ ​sloshing ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​after​ ​bedtime Walls​ ​chaotic Falling​ ​into​ ​window ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​t’​ ​glockenspiel​ ​spirits Skin​ ​I​ ​scrubbed ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​... Continue Reading →

Should It Pass

Nessa Meadows   I hope my homelessness doesn't put you off your stride. I understand when you avoid looking in my eyes. For should this cup pass to you, I will lift you up. Those upon the street drink from... Continue Reading →

Fire

Lindsay Stewart  

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sarra jahedi  

Dear Ink Coffee on Larimer

Kristiane Weeks-Rogers   Your November 2017 red sandwich-board screams beyond the north Denver brick-box district:   Happily gentrifying the neighborhood since 2014.   Not many people get you, but I think I get you. Ink, your sign is like a... Continue Reading →

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