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Summer, poem by Brenda Glasure

Some days I remem­ber, but most­ly the nights. We swal­lowed hard, Ken­tucky bour­bon burn, Cru­dités of pret­zels and Slim Jims and peanuts. We rubbed our eyes against the soft of dusk, bird­song slept, turned crick­ets and bull­frogs, the tight buzz … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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A Dangerous Man, poem by Julia Shipley

Have you seen my blue-eyed goose? He asks. He keeps one among the reg­u­lar geese in the grain room of his grandfather's barn, where they honk like bro­ken trum­pets as we approach. There are six, though you can't count these beaks, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Hem, poetry by Michael K. Gause

(for William Gay) Days lit flat and splayed, as if to under­stand a life is to log its con­tents. Take down work. Dis­sect the nights you don’t sleep. Mean­while, life hangs with death in the woods.  Tin cups of wait­ing. Long … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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PALE LEMON FIRE IN A PARTLY CLOUDY AUTUMN, poem by Dennis Mahagin

Near­ly noon, on Thurs­day late Octo­ber, and I see the trees sway­ing with­in a wind that means only busi­ness, no fra­grant breeze here, no idle bur­lesque: mere­ly rote screams, blue note egress from boughs with fore­sight and worse, they bite … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Three-Man-Operation, poem by Mathews Wade

Papaw’s ranch ain’t so much a ranch but a two man oper­a­tion with his neigh­bor Ter­ry, whose wife is also named Ter­ry, just two men rub­bin pen­nies, joined by fences mend­ed with zip-ties, where strung-out race horse res­cues pop­u­late junked-fields … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Francis Alexander Finch, poem by Carl Boon

Fran­cis Alexan­der Finch tilts his plas­tic din­ner plate against the hard light of Hazel­ton Prison, rea­son­ing the details of his rape case and lim­it­ing the move­ment of a sin­gle black ant. His moth­er, JoAnne Daphne Finch, has exit­ed the grounds … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Pavement, poem by Heather Sullivan

We walked to the bak­ery on the cor­ner, you and I hand in hand. I’d promised you a cook­ie, and myself a chance to clear my head from the work­day strife. My longer com­mute used to give me time to … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Grandma Gone Out of Breeden West Virginia, poem by Tiff Holland

At home, the chick­en coop was more stur­dy than this house where the women gath­ered like hens around the grand­moth­er in the box, my mother’s gram, laid out there in the front room, sur­round­ed by the flow­ers that grew in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Wayne Whitaker Freezes Hope in the Sights of His Kentucky Long Rifle, poem by Roy Bentley

From the pho­to­graph in The Moun­tain Eagle titled GUNSMOKE, you know Wayne Whitak­er wears over­alls and has a broth­er named Way­lon. The arti­cle says Wayne is a native of Hal­lie, Ken­tucky. And in oth­er news, a scan­dal sheet at Wayne’s … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Baby's Breath, poem by Natalie Crick

On rainy days I give myself per­mis­sion To touch the glass And see your remains: Tis­sues, shad­ows, All that is left Of you. Danc­ing with ghosts Over dark hills. Sky­larks, old dear. When I stand in your old room I … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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