by Marie Henry
Yeah, things are grim. But not all of it. I get buzzed into my bank which is almost pandemically empty. And am invited to sit down in a cushy chair by the lovely teller seated on the other side of the plexiglass.
Charm
by Laine Derr
My cat kisses finches on the neck, red
feathers masking want, a body finely limp.
I learned burying from my father, animals
killed on country roads, soil rich in blood. Continue reading
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Unable to See Our Way Clear
by Jim Tilley
A nearly symmetric tree, spilling
its leaves like a fountain
by the pool, the weeping cherry
appears the same from all angles Continue reading
its leaves like a fountain
by the pool, the weeping cherry
appears the same from all angles Continue reading
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Pamphleteer Couplets
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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