by Jim Tilley
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by John A. Nieves
“How I don’t know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don’t know where you should look, so you look at my hands.”
—John K. Samson
It wasn’t always crayons—sometimes chalk or markers, sometimes
just the wish to somehow say. But I pressed hard into paper, each word
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by Michael Mark
She made the pants too wide
so when he tried them on
he was swallowed up like out
of the Bible. It’s because you
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by Tova Feldmanstern
i imagine the crumbling of a cookie or a cracker
into parts so small that birds flock to eat them
all at once, a community of birds, each delighted Continue reading
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