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Cravings

By RUSSELL KARRICK | 14 JUL 2021

Yesterday, I found you
in the bathroom eating apples
—it sounded like a wolf

crushing bones. I helped you
up and gnawed
what was left to the core.

I wondered if our son could hear
the rain drumming on the roof
or your heart thumping next door.

Russell Karrick is a poet/translator living between New York and Colombia. He has won translation awards from World Literature Today and Lunch Ticket. His poetry has appeared in Magma Poetry, Blue Earth Review, Jet Fuel Review, Red Wheelbarrow, among others.

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I swallowed it whole and a hedge burst from my breast, brambles grown thorny around my heart.

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first Came the fruit, then Came the fruit, first

By NOOR IBN NAJAM

noose. first came the fruit, historically. never came the dinner.

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One Sparrow

By MICHAEL MONTLACK

Yesterday, I found you in the bathroom eating apples —it sounded like a wolf crushing bones. I helped you up and gnawed what was left to the core. I wondered if our son could hear the rain drumming on the roof or your heart thumping next door.