Poetry
As A Miner
By Ann StephensonThe diagram begins here in your pocket
How Could It Be
By Ann StephensonNever to feel new again, the mountain goat
The Fallout
By Ann StephensonThe fallout mustn’t be monitored considering that everything changes hands.
Dead Black Men
By Paul KillebrewI won’t die at a party like this, falling over the contortions in my gut or floating over the whirlpool of cups ...
For Beth Ward
By Paul KillebrewOne of my basic human dilemmas goes something like, Does metaphor contain us, or do we extend ourselves out into it?
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