Category: Published Issues
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Black
by Philip Dacey “My mother never let me wear black; now I wear black all the time.”
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Egg
by Pippa Little fits in a palm or snug in an eggcup. Cool, undimpled shades of lukewarm milk, magnolia emulsion, plain and neat as clouds on an
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Amber
by Pippa Little warmed from within you thin as I hold you up to light, slow as aromatic malt swirl you to my mouth so all my vowels melt, leggy
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Earth Grazers
by Pippa Little Over blue woods soaked in night–juices They nose low from star fields and ice caps, move true To earth’s curve, surprised
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At The General’s Graveside
by Pippa Little drops of light drown the carved letters of his name hero of war / in love, a deserter the cold weight of him seeps from her
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Stuck / Torn
by Annie Stenzel Stuck / Torn All change is for the worse. — Anon. Because the rut has earned its fame for comfort, being now furnished
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Cassandra talks in her sleep
by Annie Stenzel But if you’re waiting for me to Say things the way I used to say things, don’t bother. There is no demand for plangent images
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Her Hero
by André T. Demers In the end, she said, he survived. Besides, she sighed, they say that love is a road and even crawling is heroic. She smiled,
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New England Style, Move-In Ready
by André T. Demers The floors slope from east and west towards the center beam of the house. Four pine wedges had been hammered between the
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Why I Left the Poetry Reading?
by S Stephanie Something about the clouds in the windows was upsetting, they were traveling on before I could grasp them and the poets were