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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The Danger of a Warm Breeze in February by Glenn Irwin The breeze came up from out of the woods, across the creek bed, beneath naked branches, over earth already softening and caught him on the hillside with his back to the sun, and there took advantage of …
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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] When All Else Failed by Jennifer Goldring I wanted to be avian, to need to fly in order to eat. I wanted to swoop down, dip the lake and rise; talons full of fish. Slippery with life and slippery with death. I’d love the first thing I grasped I’d …
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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Isaiah 38:1 by Treasure Sheilds Redmond in 1882 the last colord rump sat here on this capitol floor. now 3 black women come to clean house; droppd from america’s lap, weand on fire, teeth cut on lynch rope. our wheat straw truth can not be denied. thus saith the …
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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Ode to Big Muddy Asian Carp by Richard Newman An angler’s hatred for you is instinctive. You’ve spawned and spread up every confluence, and here, below the Alton lock and dam, you litter broken concrete shores by thousands, yanked from your riverbeds and lined like missiles, some six-feet long …
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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The Last Book by Kim Lozano Suppose a bible turns to vapor and condenses on the ear of a man made of black iron, a statue of a soldier of the Great Revelation. The droplets of water fall onto a little plaque that reads, Of This I’m Afraid, beside …
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[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The Stray by Julia Gordon-Bramer I tried to tame the beggar, reign in his tom-cat journeying blindly off the cliff. I tried to bind the boundless, but the wild would rather rattle and stab half a bloody broken leg into the ground than to live a day in a …