by AJ Bergmann
“We got married in a fever.”
– Johnny Cash and June Carter, “Jackson”
No fantasy possesses the same
simple elegance as elsewhere.
I part my hair different ways
despite my plans to go nowhere,
see no one but myself Continue reading
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by Forrest Rapier
I worked night shifts I was up to my elbows in rye
Dough making shine rise the bread every morning
I worked in the dark it was August Continue reading
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by Sean Cho A.
the radio sang and well you know
the telephone rang. so much of this
living has to do with reaction &
its repetition. in fond du lac we
waited till may before bringing out
the bay leaf from our greenhouse Continue reading
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by Hallie Johnston
Early in his. Late in mine.
“How do you feel about kids?” he asks via text a week after meeting on a dating app, three days after meeting once in person where we both pretended the pizza was good. I asked him questions about his job, family/friends, growing up in Alabama, likes/dislikes, and he asked me my own questions and little else. Continue reading
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by Dorisa Costello
There is no one
to greet the morning
with me, but a mourning dove
who’s lost her mate. Continue reading
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