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Lonely Larry, poem by Frank Reardon
LONELY LARRY Everyday Larry walks into the lumber yard with his head down due to years of bad posture. His hair, fake or not, looks like a blond toupee, and he twiddles his fingers in mad circles when he speaks. Mona, … Continue reading
An Open Letter to the Baby Deer I Nearly Hit Tonight by Dena Rash Guzman
The mist cold and thick, I had the high beams switched off so the brilliance wouldn’t channel in and blind me— the switchback roads wind through the woods past houses built by people with wagons drawn along by beasts with four legs just … Continue reading
Flight, by Mitchell Grabois
Once you have tasted flight, said Leonardo you will forever walk with your eyes turned skyward and when you are fourteen and initiated into sex by a thirty-two year old woman who lives in your parents’ hippie commune you will forever … Continue reading
Summers in Durham, by Alana Folsom
There were too many well-marked and paved roads For it to be Small Town America. Was only wanting The antique store with the ribboned-off rocking chair In which the very Martha Washington once perched, Or just something easily identified as quaint By … Continue reading
Baptism, by Misty Skaggs
All the old men from the Beartown Church of God call me Sissy. There’s Ligey and Whirley and Johnny and my Mamaw’s cousin, who found Jesus after he beat cancer a couple years back. They’re working Men of God. They reminisce about their drinking days, and trade around … Continue reading
Comings and Goings, poem by Pamela Johnson Parker
COMINGS AND GOINGS, OR, DORIS HOLBROOK HEADS AGAIN FOR HOME (after James Dickey’s “Cherrylog Road”) I. Jimmy Off Highway 106 At Cherrylog I go at noon to meet This boy that drives His daddy’s beat-up Indian, a Chief, A hand-me-down like most Of Mama’s clothes, (Passed … Continue reading
Wilfred, poem by Sandra Giedeman
He was proud of his blue tick hounds, his sixty acres of hills, hollows, creeks filled with copperheads and cottonmouths; nights utterly still except when a smell or sound riled the hounds from their sleep to bay like old mourners. My … Continue reading
Love and Hope, poem by William Taylor Jr.
Baby we had such a good thing going back before we ruined it with all that talk of promises and dreams and all that other pretty junk that only served to break our silly hearts love and hope never brought us nothing but pain baby … Continue reading
Big City Surprise, poem by Misty Skaggs
I saw a red-tailed hawk, with his red tail flashing sunlight lift up off the side of the highway, that storms a concrete path parallel to Louisville, along the river bank. He shouldn’t have been there. A big, bronze bird like the one who lives … Continue reading
The Unbearably Penultimate of Parable, poetry by Dennis Mahagin
I drove over the fat rope thing that made the bells ding and ling and then this grease monkey appeared at my open window, wearing braided ponytail with his Speed Racer eyes, brandishing a tattered broach rag thing he whipped about like … Continue reading
