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Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are
Madison held her hands over her eyes. They hid the scene from her: clearing, lake, forest, driveway. Behind her, the cabin, the old logging trails, and, farther away, her three…
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Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are
Madison held her hands over her eyes. They hid the scene from her: clearing, lake, forest, driveway. Behind…
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Thank
Thank the animal, hunted, slain. Thank the concrete sidewalk, the dirt-orange brick wall, the kitchen floor water bug.…
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As a Boy, He Played With Matches
patches of brown grass dotted his yard, smoke rising under the sticky Georgia sun now, as we…
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The Brad Nailer
It was a quiet day, so the Walmart hack canceled the rest of Sal’s shift. They pulled this…
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Symbiotic Semiotics
2026Visual Poetry/Digital Art Author David E. Matthews David E. Matthews lives in New England. The direction of events…
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speak like gravy
speak like gravy; syllabification like you’ve got all the time in the world. like the days are long…
Mortality Mediated
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The Old Country
There on the map but vague in my mind.Blurred through the window As we touch down in rain. Rain like some shroud to be lifted.A rain ancestral And singing of pity. This…
Winter 2024
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