Volume 7.2 | Winter 2024
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Teaching Him How to Two Step, Again
Parkinsons, a repulsive pantheonparked over us, like a thick and fat pissing dogan imminent edict: time’s tapped out,slimy-slug slap,a snot…
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Downtime
I’m old now. It’s been many years since I first realized I was not like other people. That realization was…
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My Grandfather’s Hand
My grandfather’s hand was a leaving song;it was cold, like my mother’s kitchenwhen the utensils languished in idleness.Lines ran through…
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Things I’d Forgotten I’d Forgotten
Inside my old man’s feet are feetof a boy. (I can’t say small; Iwas never small; 12 pounds at birth.)These…
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Labryinth
I don’t believe in losing hope.I believe in finding it perhaps by making pestoor deadheading iriseswhen I can be surroundedby…
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Cedar Canyon
Can you read a topographic map?I can’t. But I found myselfat what had to beSoutheast Corner Spring:mouth of a pipe,curved…
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Another Gratitude Poem
“We’ll cut here and here and thenglide it right in,” the guy says, talkingabout the new stove he’s installing.I admire…
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To Savor
Water spilling from the gleaming shower head,cold, making steam rise from my overheated scalp,a moment perhaps unrecognized in the rush…