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Me & Whiskey
Collided hard
Robert Nazarene
A Story about the Bees
I still have the bees
Derek JG Williams
A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye
It’s not criminal: it isn’t sodomy
V. Penelope Pelizzon
Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Norumbega Park
They used to say the name was Viking
Scott Harney
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
Annie Fitch’s Duck Sauce
I must be prepared to sit
Sydney Lea
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