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Two Poems by Tiff Holland

Saltines We was all afraid of that bridge, just ropes and slats, spaces between where the crick came right up at you if you looked down at it, and Bil­ly, that’s what we called him, after the fairy-tale, squat­tin’ under­neath. I … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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