Ian Willey Family Curse We keep the family curse in a box of polished bamboo on the top shelf of the closet under the stairs, without a lock, for what would be the point of a lock, since we already know our kids are going to open it? Ian Willey is reborn every day as […]
Read MoreGwen Hart December From a full-color catalog, my husband plucks whole springtimes of hope. Gwen Hart is hibernating over the winter in Havre, Montana.
Read MoreRandolph Parker Becoming IV Peer deep into the eternal sky and the floater in your eye becomes a frigate bird. Randolph Parker writes in Memphis where he lives with his wonderful wife, way too many books, a general sense that things can always be worse and sincere gratitude that they aren’t.
Read MoreRandolph Parker Becoming III Lie naked in a running bath and the tense clear water becomes an estuary tide rising through saw grass. Randolph Parker writes in Memphis where he lives with his wonderful wife, way too many books, a general sense that things can always be worse and sincere gratitude that they aren’t. […]
Read MoreJerome Berglund Squeeze They squeeze together for an instant photo, cannot help thinking about a time when the pair shall be apart, and who will possess it then. Jerome Berglund can juggle and is the proud parent of one pampered prayer plant.
Read MoreJerome Berglund The Rabble The rabble cannot be roused right now please leave your name and number, they’ll get back to you as soon as possible… voicemail box is full. Jerome Berglund can juggle and is the proud parent of one pampered prayer plant.
Read MoreDavid Hanlon My Growing Self-Esteem Is a Kingfisher’s Plumage How they glissade together – fire & water, flames blazing, oceans rising, look, I tell myself, look. David Hanlon is a Welsh poet who is fascinated by the human condition.
Read MoreDavid Hanlon I Love You, the Way You anthropomorphize the weather, shine like a gingko tree in autumn. David Hanlon is a Welsh poet who is fascinated by the human condition.
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