Food – Michael Meillarec
It happens like it does in old movies. Milo walks home down some winding country road, humming the appropriate John...
It happens like it does in old movies. Milo walks home down some winding country road, humming the appropriate John...
My sister and her second husband are screaming on the front lawn. She’s drunk, he’s drunk, and it’s Christmas—the season,...
I could have died that morning and no one would have been the wiser. The thieves fled on foot. Nobody...
After Donald Keefe’s Lightwell (Au Sable Forks Papermill) (2016) Even with light beaming through the stilted arch like erasure, the...
Let’s fall down the well, kissing; take our time, sweeten buckets. Michael Hoerman is a poet from the Ozarks. He...
Somewhere in the multiverse, somewhere past a black hole, I turn right at a silver asteroid and coast into the...
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