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Dancers’ Moving Day

by Sharyn Skeeter

From the novel Dancing with Langston from Green Writers Press

The jerk sat with his fingers tapping on the meter, waiting for his tip.

“Lady! Look, I can’t get the cab through. They got that truck blockin’ the street. You gotta get outta here.”

“Get out here? Are you kidding?”

This wasn’t good for me, but he was right. There was no way into the side street, past the construction truck and parked cars. I had to lug out from the back seat the old blue suitcase and plaid carry-on that I’d brought for Cousin Ella’s clothes. Continue reading

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Signs of Spring

by Daniel Lusk

For some, it’s a robin.
For him, a spider in the sink.

A yellow birch down
across the lane, white slush
a hand’s breadth deep,
floating on the mud.

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Waiting for the Diagnosis

by AE Hines

Lying with the man I love,
I muse about a farm
high in the Colombian mountains,
where terraced slopes of coffee
meander valley to peak
and disappear into mist. Continue reading

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The Mare and The Storm

by John Grey

I strolled through the alfalfa field
circled by panicked insects
and with a storm slowly making something
of the warm, too peaceful, air. Continue reading

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You Think You’re Safe Until You’re Not

by Ace Boggess

Inmate Buck Berk ran the buffer for an hour before it bumped a chair and the snake leapt out at him. Well, it didn’t so much leap as wobble, its insignificant head slicing the air in a down-up motion more like a woodpecker’s. It bounced a dozen times, then stilled. Continue reading

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