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Three Poems by Lyn Lifshin

But Instead Has Gone Into Woods A girl goes into the woods and for what reason disappears behind branches and is never heard from again. We don’t really know why, she could have gone shopping or had lunch with her … Continue reading

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“Pauli’s at the End” by Allen Berry

On the last night of the world, we dress in our finest. She wears a little black dress, I a dinner jacket, tuxedo shirt open at the throat. At Pauli’s on the square, we toast life and love, and what … Continue reading

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“Resigned to a Hungry Sonnet” by Karla Linn Merrifield

White pebbles assembled here. They could easily be thumb bones of sea turtle, Caretta caretta, or coned teeth of bottle-nosed dolphins, Tursiops truncatues, bycatch wasted. My bare-toed probe proves the white pebbles assembled are Styrofoam, in nubs, more nubs, unrecyclable, … Continue reading

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“Still Life with Grapes” by Howie Good

for Barbara 1 Why wait? We’re like the ships of Ulysses, always being blown off course. Hurry and undress, before the blood dies in our hearts again. 2 In the last little bit of woods where I sometimes walk our … Continue reading

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“Night on Bleak Mountain” by Howie Good

1 The angle of the sun gives to shadows the sullen appearance of short, squat gunmen in overcoats and derbies. I wish now that I had walked the other way. 2 Every day 200,000 people (give or take) die. Corpses … Continue reading

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“Three Smokers” by Thomas N. Dennis

all are losing their hair hands loosely clasped between their legs (one almost hears a woman saying Do something with your hands, guys) none of them show rings but marriage isn’t far off one will go crazy from alcohol within … Continue reading

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Three Poems by Jennifer Hollie Bowles

Bendy Metal The trailer doors are bendy metal with locks used only to keep kin- folk out when they’re tweaking their shit; there’s no basement— old toys are kept under the kitchen sink. If you go too far inside, you’ll … Continue reading

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