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the minison zine
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  • the

    minison

    zine

  • © all our wonderful, respective authors

  • Emilie Kneifel

  • Emilie Kneifel

  • rainmannequins

    folded mountain

    body of feathers

    a knife goes wild

    winterward crow

    naked love poems

    is wearing a hawk

    light from a cage

    a door in a mirror

    rain-harvesting

    Réka Nyitrai

  • This world sings

    ctrl/alt/del us

    def Everything:

    feed me more pain

    Winter hides all

    lost inside this

    Another mistake

    emotional debts

    you gave nothing

    Gethsemane lost

    Breathing you in

    Jason Freston

  • Under Moonwatch

    Peonies beating

    against the wind.

    Her sideways eye

    blinking slowly.

    I, another animal,

    and all of my furs.

    Too much time not

    spent on my heart

    unfolding again:

    yes, a season of no

    accordance with

    my own body, grown

    to open its mouth

    in a glossy light.

    Taylor Brunson

  • my tears hurt

    secret world

    dancing love

    stress is loud.

    ravens songs

    aching loves.

    Lind M. Crate

  • Block

    Interlude doubt

    Brainy crackles

    Word wilt hustle

    As fountains out

    You at your sprig

    Drying thistles

    Limping hackles

    Bleeding spring.

    Blunt Lungo morn

    Promises rising

    Wrinkle the pond

    On Jupiter's moon—

    Write to writing

    Smallest in fame.

    Gary Griffith

  • new moon old tune

    lowtide promise

    daymoon balloon

    unlikely shadow

    bongos euphoria

    suburban djembe

    ghostly marimba

    muddled thunder

    Tom Bierovic

  • Amanda Earl

  • Amanda Earl

  • Amanda Earl

  • Amanda Earl

  • Amanda Earl

  • Amanda Earl

  • Count Er Act Char

    and happen again

    cause s intimacy

    from tomb to zoom

    rife around fire

    negative to this

    warwickian thin

    Miles Forrester

  • pineapple pizza

    dadi's achilles

    exposed, unseen

    Rose Tuong

  • jealous of birds

    blatant boy band

    italic type sets

    suspicious bird

    flyings amazing

    smiling is tough

    Josh Finkelman

  • us like new bread

    you, slice of day

    i, buttered open

    Terrence Abrahams

  • first class male

    nutrition facts

    contains 0 juice

    “could be worse”

    dogshit dogshit

    weathers better

    n.e. matriarchs

    go do a kickflip

    crow j norlander

  • flow&ebb&flow&

    gratefulnesses

    scandelabratas

    song of the alive

    nervelightings

    a blown gold rose

    felicitaciones

    ebb&flow&ebb&f

    prison jeweller

    canoe canuteist

    mouldiwarp king

    loftier cleaner

    chimney sweeper

    Emily Dickinson

    Geraldine Clarkson

  • Geraldine Clarkson

  • Geraldine Clarkson

  • Geraldine Clarkson

  • lone bright eyes

    saddened lepers

    p.m. refrigerator

    (encircle)digits

    private darkness

    daily wind smile

    captive elk walk

    solo silo parade

    bargaining lips

    graves save face

    patience and her

    where one will be

    remembered lust

    forgotten shine

    Serena Watanabe

  • Remote, Teaching.

    Remote, Learning?

    Kate Wooley

  • vilified poetry

    one of a kind sale

    lifetime search

    palate cleanser

    exfoliating pun

    content warning

    with best regard

    William Davis

  • house seventeen

    backlit windows/

    she teases bloom

    from the hanging

    baskets/ perform/

    leaves it behind.

    so what moves you?

    is it stress? is it

    a backlit window

    or a box of free xx

    you leave behind?

    airplane traces

    power lines into

    treetops/ nd soon,

    i fly away, o glory.

    Hannah Lamb-Vines

  • The Rum Keg Girl – Before

    All she wanted to

    do was sail to far

    away England, for

    Mother told many

    a story about the

    world across the

    pond. Father took

    her by merchant’s

    ship. Once docked,

    he crouched down

    and gently spoke

    to her, If cobbles

    could talk, they’d

    tell stories, too.

    Melissa Ashley Hernandez

  • The Rum Keg Girl – After

    A couple of weeks

    into home-voyage

    brought to her an

    illness that she

    could not dispel.

    Granted eternal

    rest; little girl,

    barely ten. Sworn

    to bring her home,

    Father gingerly

    lowered her body

    into a Rum Keg. How

    Mother agonized,

    words cannot say.

    Melissa Ashley Hernandez

  • The Rum Keg Girl – After the After

    Buried in a keg of

    rum, under the oak

    canopy in the old

    church cemetery,

    lies a young girl,

    barely ten years

    before sickness

    claimed her body.

    Toys left for her

    on her headstone

    move in the night

    by ghostly hands,

    a thanks from the

    tiny Rum Keg Girl.

    Melissa Ashley Hernandez

  • EIGHT MINISON:

    …………..

    ))))))))))))))

    (((((((((((((())))))))))))))

    ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

    ((((((((((((((

    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    ……………………………………

    Gary Barwin


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