by Nathaniel Calhoun
it took quite a bit more from me by the end of it
than I expected. but it didn’t take much to get underway. Continue reading
it doesn’t take much
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The Roundabout
by Sacha Bissonnette
I heard the screeches and saw the tire marks every week. Many drivers failed to use the roundabout properly. I tried to tell them to do something about it—and I don’t even drive. I know it’s a problem because my balcony’s right there. That’s where I drink my green tea. Continue reading
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When My 13-Year-Old Niece Doesn’t Want to Get the Piñata Candy Anymore
by Jose Hernandez Diaz
I realize she is no longer a little girl. No longer will she read
Where the Sidewalk Ends. She will find new books, new authors, Continue reading
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Ship
by Reynard Laverna
The wave crests, a great sunbeam descends and cuts the water in two and the waves drift separately, before thudding against the breakers and launching a light mist over me. The sun finishes its descent and its final rays hold the mist upwards and spread a glittering across the horizon, then drop the chilled water across my body. The dark starts with this film of cold, settling onto my bare arms and seeping through my shirt. Continue reading
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Do You Still Have Any of Your Prison Stuff?
by Ace Boggess
(question asked by Savannah Dudley)
Open the 2012 volume of Best American Poetry
& there inside its avocado cover
see my inmate number written in black sharpie
by a C.O. from the mailroom.
A reminder. There’s not much else.
I was never one to accumulate wealth. Continue reading
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