by Esther Sadoff
We eat by the river,
girls sunbathing
in dappled light.
They remind me
of Artemis
and her female
hunters. Continue reading
River Bathers
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Reset
by Robert L. Penick
I am the only house left after the tornado introduces a new order to the neighborhood. Other dwellings, greater and lesser, have been multiplied and extrapolated across lawns, streets, and sidewalks. “Is this entropy?” I wonder, as my windows gaze out over the recent diffusion of order. Things are not what they used to be, but this is certain: Zillow listings will need to be updated. Continue reading
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Cradle the Fallen
by Michael C. Smith
I thought he could get up, the man
who fell in the checkout line three
customers in front of me. I thought someone knew
what to do. But it was two days before
Christmas and no one had any nerves left. Continue reading
Bruce…or Something like That
by Craig Loomis
“John, can you hear me? John? John, sad to say but you’ve done it yet again. You are not reading the brochure. On page number six it states very clearly: ‘leaves, twigs, mowed grass go into the green bin.’ The operative word here being ‘Green’. John, can you hear me? I know you’re there.” Continue reading
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Accessory
by Elisabeth Murawski
An animal ruff soft as Belgian lace.
It will never touch my neck,
this remnant of doomed fox. She
wore it to church Continue reading
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