Poem: Monique Gagnon German

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What I’m Driving At In the space between songs on the disk, I decide: lane change, hear tic-tic in the silence between strands of music, as if the blinker is talking to the white line beneath saying yes, this is my intent and the line suddenly breaks up laughing in agreement. It is easy to … Continue reading

Poem: Meggie Royer

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Scenes from a Marriage Grandmother dug him out of the lake next to the wood, his fingers curled around reeds, pockets threaded with silt. A small frog tucked into his cufflinks, their silver long tarnished into copper, its belly bloated with sound. We sat him at the dinner table; she wanted to place an orange … Continue reading

Poem: George Freek

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Willows in the Wind After Tu Fu There are clouds in the distance, but they pay me no mind. They exist in other worldly time. I’m out of sorts. I feel things are not right. Stars like knives slice up this night. The moon gives small light. I see nothing. There’s nothing to see, nothing … Continue reading

Poem: David Mathews

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Winter Solstice For Julia Cohen No one really knows this—Morgan Le Faye conceals herself in Chicago’s Bridgeport, among the remaining Irish holdouts. We carpooled on one of those Windy City days when people actually die from the cold. Her hazel eyes have seen a thousand years, the slight elf-like smirk in her smile suggests, “I … Continue reading

Poem: Sandra Faulkner

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Make Two With two needles and a ball of string, we learn the art of multiplication– 2 couplets, lovers, dyads, pet rats, not twins like in my preggo horror movie. Two tickets to a concert, a table for 2. Not my favorite number-the rent is past due. II, 2, two ways to write the number, … Continue reading

Story: Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

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Tuba The Santa Ana winds shaped me. Their power sucked the cigarette from my fingers and drove it deep into chaparral. The Editors: Do not send short stories that turn out to be all a dream. The fire was preordained. I could have stayed in Hoboken N.J. and the fire still would have blazed and … Continue reading

Poem: Anna Leahy

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The Spider For Richard Bausch, C. K. Williams, and David Henley The spider was as big as a cat, he said. The spider couldn’t be crushed with a shoe. Some people keep these spiders as pets, he said. One woman wore her spider as a hat. A hat, a hat, he said, holding his hand, … Continue reading

Poem: Andrew Davidson

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You’re Like a Messiah on the Mat You’re like a messiah on the mat in a kingdom out of time breath is bated – it’s almost math the way we breathe death under water an old man no one hears yells “history, come to papa” crushing the promise of life with his eyebrows when we’re … Continue reading

Poem: M. O. Mc

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For Him— Part 1 My palm is branded resembles the Gemini constellation spread as stars after I kept my head in the clouds long the world is happening in only one eye of mines you see, you see I am a man guillotined by anxiety from the inside out of my head, now and, and … Continue reading

Poem: Holly Day

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Why There’s Always a Flashlight in the Car Alone in his tent, feverishly tossing, Imagining a broken leg swollen Rattlesnake venom turning his skin black, why Can’t we let go of these visions of mortality once Our children are grown, why are we always the ones who End up driving out to the campsites in … Continue reading

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