Category: Published Issues
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Moving Day
by Greg McBride It was a moving day, the barn–raising commune of that time. Afterward, we all milled about her new apartment, mugs and
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Buddies for Life
by Greg McBride Buddies for Life summer 1961 Squealing rubber slick out of McDonald’s, our gang of four sixteens, two cars, tears
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Exile
by Robert Kennedy Listen. The key is turning In the derelict lock. Remember. The exile is strange And knocks softly on the door, Not wishing to
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Darkroom
by Robert Kennedy Once familiar objects turn hostile In this cubic void of dark space. Bloodless hands reach from angular sleeves, My throat
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Field Grief
by M. P. Jones IV Late in the darkness startled by the sound of what could have been the bleating of a young calf the one my father bottle fed
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Checklist
by Douglas K. Currier Start by giving away the good things, the accumulated of value. Choose carefully, and do it slowly. Say that you are
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The Day the Wind Took Up and Carried
by Marcia F. Brown Barely dawn and a new bird with a lunatic song is perched outside my window — six startling–shrill
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e. e.
by Marcia F. Brown i. i. think u.u. would have loved this texting tweeting like a broken bird scattering the chaff
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Window
by John Blair We whistle tunes while God’s work gets done above us in trees locked in screes of bagworm silk and dead leaves, streetlights
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The Lantern Man
by John Blair There was in every hollow A hundred wrymouthed wisps. Dafydd ap Gwilym (trans. Wirt Sikes, 1340)