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A Virgin Daiquiri at the Hemingway Look-Alike Contest

by Gary Leising

The bartender snorted at the bearded man’s order,
then mixed a drink with sans rum, sans liqueur,
despite historical reservations. This evening,
his older colleague told him, stacking plates,
is about getting close, being near the real thing. Continue reading

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When You Got Out of Prison, Did It Take a While to Adjust?

by Ace Boggess

Question asked by Sarena Fox.

 

At night, I can
turn the world
to darkness
with a twist,
no having to
tie a sock
around my eyes.

Friday, I walked a lap
of the yard. Just one.
It wasn’t the same. Continue reading

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