i. From the bridge a dozen boys drop paper boats into the river. Small as the cupped hands of mothers, the boats drift and spin in the current, plummet over the falls, and are gone…
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Separation by Jeremy Windham
I Dad shouts at my mother from the driveway, his truck hiccups then roars away from us and I kick a rock to the grass with my bare foot. We stand in our garage long…
December 31 by Anis Shivani
bernadette mayer how did you live through the bush years i didn’t win any prizes but winter surprised like a second childhood to the tenebrous nursery a decade late wolf spoor kept woman awake in…
Abecedarian to Unbind by Christine Stewart
Zygal: H-formed as in yokes, unions. Ours xanthic against a rusty wall and ten rungs tall, the very ladder of our decade. Untether that wood, your word. Take back better, worse, sickness, health. Remove the…
287 South by Zachary Lundgren
Took us out of town, out to the hills and barns and acres stretching beyond our eyes. We never knew where the properties stopped but the split-rail fence on the side of this gravel road…