Here's something they featured which I quite liked.
Dawn
Sarah Green
squeezed and feathered over
wings. One wing per apron. One
entry per child. What
wings is leavening; not lard, not
thickening. What learns
is sore. What soaps is
womenfolk
in rubber gloves, is
old. We’ve known
the recipe for longer than we
say. We say it’s hard
to find the turtles. Everything’s
so dark. What you thought
gravel turned out to be fish.
What sparks
is kerosene. What spills is
years. Plankton are known
for ganging up. What lights
is dawn.
The unusual syntax and structure is really appealing, as well as the quick shifts from one subject and area of endeavor to another. It could be a big jumbled mess but instead it really stands on its own.
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