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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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Poor White Girl, poem by David Jibson

You’ve seen her before serving greasy fried potatoes at Denny’s, cleaning rooms at Motel 6, or selling gas and cigarettes at Mini-Mart. One day she’ll marry a boy Who stacks lumber at Home Depot, lays carpet or drives a tow … Continue reading

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