Megan Bushey Alas! Our Limitations! If the alpaca could fist-bump, it would. Megan Bushey grew up in Vermont but is currently living in Pittsburgh, PA working as an editor for the After Happy Hour Review.
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Dale Wisely
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J. R. Solonche “One Cannot Use”
J. R. Solonche One Cannot Use One cannot use a pen and a pistol at the same time, and that is all I have to say on the subject of poetry as therapy. J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early ’70s and is author of six collections of […]
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Karlo Sevilla “Wisp”
Karlo Sevilla Wisp Candle flame flickers and quickly you turn from flesh to silhouette and weave through the curtains then exit the open window and float above the storm-swept garden where the frogs that survived the devastation insist to stay and croak aloud undying love to one another. Karlo Sevilla writes from Quezon City, Philippines, […]
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Larry Schug “Job”
Larry Schug Job I carry my burdens, sing my songs, hold goodness within, not much different, it seems, than a common wooden chair, the bells of a working clock, an ordinary vessel of clay. Larry Schug says, “I could be considered old, though I am terminally immature.”
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Bill Yarrow “Life”
Bill Yarrow Life Life is a brazen Chevrolet in whose locked glove compartment Death, disguised as a map of New York State, lies curling at the edges. https://billyarrow.wordpress.com/ is a website, not a sentence.
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henry 7. reneau, jr. “The Book of Hours”
henry 7. reneau, jr. The Book of Hours The sun sets on enhanced interrogation, even as it rose, exponentially, on drone strikes, like the sum of collateral damage became a euphemism, beyond our peripheral vision, & we held the shining black eye of history in our mouth, as if we imagined God in our every […]
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Scott Hughes “Visitation”
Scott Hughes Visitation My brother sits across from me in the prison visiting room, his jumpsuit the color of coffee-stained teeth, and says, “Keep the letters coming. Whenever I read them, I’m free.” Scott Hughes typically writes fiction much longer than one sentence. https://www.writescott.com/
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Karen Stanislaw “Where most are/too shy…”
Karen Stanislaw Where most are too shy or numb to investigate, you lodge, mossy and shadow, awaiting dictation. Karen Stanislaw, fighting for her right to poet, is in current wrestle with – relatives and muddier Saturnian forces – the idea that she’s not honored “enough” survival and security concerns.
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