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Soil, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart
She needs to get rid of the revolver wrapped in the blood-splattered dress tucked underneath her driver’s seat. She parks the Chevy on the shoulder of a gravel road, the engine ticks in the morning blaze while cicadas drone their prayers. … Continue reading
Sestina for a Powder, poetry by Joshua Michael Stewart
She’s listening to the clock—the heartbeat that mocks the blood that pumps inside this house. She clicks her tongue in time with the sound that knocks against walls, and mimics heel-to-toe boots on redwood floors. There’re knickknacks to dust and soapy dishes … Continue reading
Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart
GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BABY In her arms is a blue-eyed boy with a dirty face. Under her flowered dress, she has another on the way. They’ve been living out of an ’85 Buick Riviera, parking all along the … Continue reading
APOSTROPHE AT THE WHATELY DINER, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart
The waitress has a hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clanking and clatter. I sit in a booth next to a window. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and bread. This morning … Continue reading
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