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Written By: Teresa Ballard Constellation 04 9.23.09

Two Poems
from: Hide, unpublished manuscript, by Teresa Ballard

I Am Thinking Of My First Deer
A doe, her legs spread open
in the back of my father’s truck,
her body a brown map near blue sky.
My father turns her over and she’s the color of earth.
She is warm and my fingers smell of sage
and blood. I piece her [...]

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Constellation 19

4.1.2012

Wildly, Erica: Fun With Word Art

In honor of the cruel and foolish month of April, Quodlibetica undergoes autocorrect to emerge as Wildly Erica, an issue dedicated to word play in all forms: cinepoetry and flarf, nano-memoirs and signs of the future, the cacophonous/mellifluous world of sound poetry, nonsense that makes sense, and general frolic on the ragged margin of understanding. Read on here.

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