it was one of us
By Richard H. Fox
Ray, six-feet two, shoulders that carried kegs like cans—
charcoal skin, knee holed jeans, red t-shirt, vest populated by power pins.
his girlfriend Rebecca—minister’s daughter, albino white,
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Another Strange Juxtaposition
By Michael Paul
Another strange juxtaposition or two
in the newsfeed today,
someone called upon Krishnamurti
to denounce all labels as violence.
If I am this or that, in gist,
makes you into … Continue reading→
For Maggie Estep
By Caroline Rothstein
You were the voice that whispered to me through the saturated night. You told me to take myself into the abyss and carry my heart with a sledgehammer. You said this was the … Continue reading→
Without Sun
By Albert Thomas
Today is Georgia, and we are on the outs.
Between it all, we are not dripping. We are
washing against fence posts white and
the mortar chips we carry across Limits.
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The Hero of the Story
By Bill Abbott
Don’t you wonder if there’s more to it than this?
Don’t you think there is?
I drive at high speeds parallel to the oncoming onslaught of traffic, inches away,
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