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HELLO

Luciana Arbus-Scandiffio With my dress made of picnic blankets I set out for the tundra. I put on my clogs,my suit of gathered hairs. The coins collect in the crags outside and I collect...

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The Light. Breathing

 Gregg Maxwell Parker Winner of the 2021 Spring Fiction Contest Several men bump her as she goes down the steps. Everyone is coming out as she is going in. It is afternoon, people are...

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An Ode Derailed

Cady Favazzo O, Grape-Nuts!                 or more                  truthfully:                                   the store brand:                    ...

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Tire Chains

David Rock Winner of the Greg Grummer 2021 Poetry Contest The friction of experience— a little something heavyto carry around in a pillow case to remind us that our motherembroidered her blossomsat...

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On Stalking The Apostle Paul

Heikki Huotari Heikki Huotari in a past century attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He’s a retired math professor and has published poems in numerous...

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The Twins

Benjamin Niespodziany Runner up for the 2021 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest The twins live in an old house with a stick that speaks three tongues. Atop the stick there sits a shifting egg. It rots and...

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Deep Fried Poems

Nora Claire Miller Deep Friend Poem #63 Deep Fried Poem #64 Nora Claire Miller is a poet from New York City. Nora’s chapbook, LULL (2020), was the winner of the 2019 Ghost Proposal Chapbook...

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JAPANESE

W. Todd Kaneko My grandmother once fed meclementines in the living roomwhile she spoke with my father, words in Japanese droppinglike spiders from her lips, scurryingacross the carpet and into...

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Fruit

Jen Stewart Fueston When this began, you dreamedI owned a clay bowl & I told you how at night,the glow of the kitchen apples meant something to me like desire,their scarlet skins spent in a...

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PRAYER

W. Todd Kaneko I watch my father crawlon the ceiling tonight, moving like a bat in the stalactites, a wishin the form of a man clingingto the plaster. I watch someoneelse’s father slither up the...

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