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Three Poems by Rosie Garland

Cocaine Mummy She tilts her chin at our stares as we ghost past her crisp glass coffin. She cricks her neck, cracks the wrinkled grin of...

An Alley by Clyde Liffey

The warehouses to my left reminded me of acacias, more precisely, the idea of acacias, for I can only reliably identify the easy trees...

Pirates by Dan Nielsen

Randy wouldn’t shut up about trying out for the baseball team. Joe slammed on the brakes. Randy’s head crashed into the windshield. It...

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