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Not Yet

by Jim Tilley

Cracked pottery houses the pink begonias,
hairline fracture not yet grown large enough
to cleave the pot in two, the soil drained Continue reading

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Icarus Rewritten

by David M. Alper

You were never the boy who fell. You were the boy who
jumped. Let them call it hubris— you call it hunger. Continue reading

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