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March Forth

by Christopher Stolle

(for Dad [died March 20, 2010], Grandpa Mathews [died March 28, 1996], and Grandpa Stolle [died March 22, 2012]) 

Grief is a wound
you keep bandaged,
the damage never healing,
never becoming an afterthought,
always a lingering presence,
a fierceness unyielding,
like a tyrant bellowing
for more destruction,
never getting enough. Continue reading

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Not Yet

by Jim Tilley

Cracked pottery houses the pink begonias,
hairline fracture not yet grown large enough
to cleave the pot in two, the soil drained Continue reading

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Icarus Rewritten

by David M. Alper

You were never the boy who fell. You were the boy who
jumped. Let them call it hubris— you call it hunger. Continue reading

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