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PoetryLeaving the New Hope Farm House
When moving was certain Anna pried off the old wrought iron bell and replaced it with a ghost. An evening echo to ring down…
PoetryMy Co-Workers Are All Ghosts
I stand, pale fine hands clasped over my long skirt and white starched apron - docent to strangers, in the kitchen of an ancient…
PoetryI have never known a Tasmanian…
...though Darling took a charge for one once, and, thrusting her arm into a gum's hollow, she left us well behind to break it…
PoetryQUEPOS
QUEPOS * A chunk of a rare type of meteorite crashed into a Costa Rican village this spring. Experts say it likely contains clues…
PoetryWhat remains behind
My state allows us to compost human remains I imagine a flower growing from your mouth violet or weed? who cares really— be a…
PoetrySweet Jane
Jane from Hastings got me a 25g score of smack from some ex of hers we spread foil and crumble a small amount of…
Poetry, ShowcaseDelainie’s little something or others
Panasonic camcorder as a self portrait At most, it was a routine guess before I had industry down a tunnel. I caught the business…
Fiction, PoetrySelfie with a Dying Cat
I’m at the vet with my roommate while her cat is dying behind a few sets of closed doors, & I notice the purple…
Poetrynegative balance at the flea market lice market
nothing's worth anything anymore I'm surprised my memories were worth anything at all hours of old video games sold to some woman who was…
PoetryEaten up by an empty ache
I pour my thoughts into a lamp’s light, and I sense I am heard. I speak as a father, reciting all the usual warnings…
PoetryLast Ode to a Sweet Apricot
It was the season of fruit flies that brought us to the orchard— no reptile could ever convince me that you were the gravest…