Volume 7.1 | Fall 2024
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And I Smiled Back
Tires thrown on the tin rooffor insurance; yellow siding belowcracked and faded.The rusted truck sat on blockssinking into the earth,…
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Those Troubling Obscenities of Saxophones
“He heard the rhythmic troubling obscenities of saxophones.”William Faulkner, Soldier’s PayI met Wayne Shorter in a dreamsomewhere in a sunny…
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Peony Bush and Boy
Look mama by the mailbox didn’t the flowers just come out they’re already dyingWill he cut one of meto fadefar…
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Bird Island
the egrets have returnedafter the pyrotechnicsthe screeching and suddenpopsafter the noise cannonsthe lasers and the loppingoff of thick branchesafter men…
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Spirit?
A whisper mere rustle of wind oran exhalation-howcan it haveconsciousness yetjust below the threshold ofhuman perception it voicedthoughtvibrations, which …
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Polka Dots
drizzle of polka dotsnot dapple colored but tricklinga polish polka as they blithely dropyet why such merrimentin fallingto their death-their…
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The Graves Back Home
Never quiet, the graves back home,Mom prodding Pop in their bed, “You’re snoring!”Grandma exclaiming to Grandpa for the millionth time,“Smoking…