Preconceptions, or Frontiers

Jacqueline Kolosov   After two years of trying, my husband Tom and I began to seriously consider reproductive technologies to conceive a second child. “Do you think I could love another child...

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Squalls

Maggie Millner  Second Prize Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award   During the storm, the culverts we crawl into are the size of silos. The ropeswing is hanging off the willow in the wind. It...

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Plaza San Juan

Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976.  He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada.  His...

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La Vie En Rose As Film Noir

Karen An-Hwei Lee for Edith Piaf Je vois la vie en rose    Little sparrow I see morpheus blooms               A girl dead of meningitis     Des mots de tous les jours grand-mère’s ill...

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THE BEAST OF THE SEA

When I realized that I was no longer weighing down the boat. That someone had built a throne for me out of coral and abalone. That the walls were dissolving, like a final joy suppressed forever: ...

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Babysitter

When I gripped the electric fence and felt the thud between my shoulder blades I thought that the girl with downs syndrome had punched me in the back. My brother laughed with the sisters— the one...

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Beasting the Awesome Sauce

for Matthew Harness onto the andele, I’m on belay, flashing an off-width—watch me—I Z bone the       T bone Zamboni crony smooth.  Short-fused muse, powder sugar keg stand your...

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Sammy Kisses Archie

As he waits for a human voice, Dan remembers the look on his daughter Kelsey’s face at Christmas when she gave him a year’s membership to the over-fifty dating club. ...

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John’s House

My friend John and I shared a seat on Bus 77. I needed both arms and sometimes a leg to wrestle my trombone onto the bus, but John could manage it with just one hand. John signed my fifth-grade...

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Sunday Review of Joyelle McSweeney’s Book, “Percussion Grenade,” With Lines From Foxy Shazam’s “Flamingo Trigger” Album

  OO EE  AH.  A’BIGGITY BIGGITY BOO I—got a fever.  And the only cure for it.  Is a suicide note.  Wrapped in the flensed flesh headdress   of a book review  I criticize  I...

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