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by G. H. Smith If you go looking for the devil, you will find him. Even on a sunny day by all accounts ablaze with piety. Even in the sanctuary

by G. H. Smith Four in the morning, refuge of moths, moonlight’s underbelly of mist. The woods are a misery of mud and stones, discarded books,

by G. H. Smith A darkness lies within us, which is the driving force of the world. It is darker than the hour before dawn, yet without it, there

by Kathleen Balma Under what conditions should one admit wrongdoing? Is confessing in a dream as good as in a booth? Who goes

by Kathleen Balma If you will not tip me for my dance, tip me for daring to ask. Or if, having stared at me directly for the duration of a song

by Kevin Sweeney He thinks it’s only a phase, my niece said about me and her life as a lesbian because I go to Mass every Sunday. I hope when I

by Kevin Sweeney At first we thought it was the Hope who lived on Broadway, my niece’s high school friend but this Hope was from Ferry Village,

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