by Julius Ayin
Once I saw him walking home from
the town store down the road.
A truck rumbled past him the other way.
He coughed, kept walking back. Continue reading
by Jay Carson
Just in case you think
I got screwed up only recently,
let me tell you about the fire:
My wife in those days was a candle maker
as well as a crazy maker, like many artists,
just good enough to be impossible.
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by Mara Mahoney
She is ancient, this woman.
Lines cover her body.
Some the result of time
and others etched onto her skin from a time long ago.
I can barely tell them apart.
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by Michael Mark
I imagine asking them by the power tools
at Home Depot or while their wives wait in line
to pee at the mall –
how they got their hip hitch, that spastic limp.
Some let me lean close enough to hear the suck
and pop of bone pulling
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(Falcataria moluccana)
by Emily A. Benton
It’s true, I will
grow anywhere.
My mother
could attest.
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