Rook

14 if i am beside myself, then there is no space on this bench if i hold my breath, then sparks flicker across my vision if a magpie lands on ...

13 Artificial Sweetener I remember the sugar cookies in middle school, butter soft and sweet enough to curl your lips into a smile. They left a little grease on your ...

12 When Wishing Still Worked January: The water is full of metal, so fill your mouth with the taste of iron and remember this will protect you from the fairies. ...

11 The Robber Bridegroom's Bride Turn back, turn back, young bride, for a murderer lives inside! -"The Robber Bridegroom" We enter the woods against our will, bare trees scraping the ...

10 slow news day dog on the fence post dog on the run dog on the television shooting a gun dog in the dahlias dog at the deli dog goes ...

9 Ode to the Textbook O tome filled with all the answers, sit squarely at the center of my desk. Bask in sunlight, precious text! Let it warm your sage ...

8 1866 I think about it more than I’d like to admit: a young cowboy in America–dirty, scuffed, and taking care of the herd, riding across dry summer fields on ...

7 Postcard Ghazal Sick in bed, I read your postcards and crave heated honey: I have the kind of scratching cold you only treat with honey. “When you come I’ll ...

6 the worms have come again the worms have come again dressed to the nines in pinstripes brandishing invitations printed on creamy white cardstock that I’m sure I never sent ...

In the past I think there's been people who fill in for folks who didn't submit something, and I don't know if that's how you wanna do things, but just ...

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5 It was all in your head anyway bird nest lying in the snow cold candles I lived somewhere no one knew me worm under door mat floating in the ...

4 Small, New Animal “Quite commonly, even without any particular disturbance, a large worm will break up into a dozen or more pieces. Each becomes a small, new animal.” from ...

3 Touching Heaven We strike a candle and against the flame shines the bronze of a blindfolded belltower. We slit our stomachs and pour out all that we swallowed. The ...

This is a super late reply, but nice job! Submitting to your first journals can be pretty intimidating! I think the nerves and wait become severely less of a concern ...