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Jory Mickelson

In April   Who has time for a diamond?I want a field, where birds genuflect as they peck for food.At the edges, sword ferns rattle their blades in...

David Rawson

Boy, Mother, Horse Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. When you were a boy, you would skip church early to feed the horses half...

Gabe Durham

Holding Up You return home from a hard timeto find the furniture moved. Dutiesaccrue politely on the brim of tragedy.They make room for the tragedy,but...

Cathy Barber

Sleep A golden shovel after Jack Kerouac* In the deathliness of sleep, my armshave somehow bent stiff, foldedunder my fat belly and thighs tomake an even...

Kathleen McGookey

Dear Rebecca     It’s noon right now, and clouds press on the oaks lining my field. My entire sky is white with brushstrokes of gray. Though...

Sherre Vernon

A Descriptive Linguistics of Isolation for Shana   Verbs of motion will be the first to go—well, not gowhich has long gone the way of disappearinginto idiom....

Rhienna Guedry

Head Start Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. When she said she wanted a head start she meant I pulled my stitches out with...

Leela Srinivasan

As the Sky Changes Shape Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. A question: how do we stay warm? The same way the ocean makes...

Marcia Aldrich

The Dahlia Press 'Play' to hear the author read their piece. To consider the dahlia, you must arrive at that age when you no longer flinch; Have soldiered...

Laura Merleau

Down the hall a constant Down the hall a constantdrilling whirs all day rightup to six pm the dust ofplaster being drilled thenknocked off the...

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