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As long as I’m reading a lot of poetry lately, check out this triumphant poem by Gabrielle Palmer in issue 6 of Beaver Mag.
… In which we “muddy / our names in the polite society of songbirds whose / chicks discuss our ardor with wide, demure mouths.”
CW: pervasive but oblique sexuality
Beaver MagazineGabrielle Palmercarnality screams echo in the treeline. wary, we jump, but it’s just the frogs, fucking in this unlikely sunlight since it won’t come again for months; meanwhile they will be drafted to…