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Dale Wisely

Laura Gregory: “Labor”

Laura Gregory Labor It occurs to me after fifty-four hours when I’m kneeling on a flimsy hospital pillow with my cheek pressed into a vinyl chair that the two midwives sit side-by-side on the edge of the empty soaking tub chatting about their dogs with their ankles crossed because they don’t see anyone in need […]

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Laura Gregory: “Be Killing Sin”

Laura Gregory Be Killing Sin Joshua slaughtered every captive and David severed Goliath’s head, but I wrap leftover brownies in foil and tuck them neatly into airtight tupperware to keep them fresh. Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.

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Laura Gregory: “Idolatry”

Laura Gregory Idolatry His name is a cherry pit under my tongue, stripped of all its flesh and polished smooth until it’s nothing but a little knot that whets my appetite for more nothing just before a feast. Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.

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Howie Good: “Things Past”

Howie Good Things Past The crying corpse that hits the road, accompanied by the ghost of Andy Warhol, looks back once, twice, three times, sees women superimposed over the sand, ripples in the sand mimicking strands of hair, a dune tracing the curve of a hip, my entire high school sinking into the sea. Assembled […]

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Devon Balwit: “Hard Journey”

Devon Balwit Hard Journey How much I both wanted the future and wanted to be rescued from having to get there by myself, stuffing down whatever was at hand, packages of meat or ice cream, then vomiting them back up, seeking to empty myself of the bolus of dread in my gut, the leaden years […]

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Gil Hoy: “Happy Birthday Song”

Gil Hoy Happy Birthday Song The chocolate cake was particularly good this year, and the frosting tasted of opulence and decadence, like the crisp sheen of shining dollar bills that father made— ‘though some say stole— after he was able to buy the business down the street for a song. Gil Hoy tries cases before […]

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