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Three Poems by Kenneth Gurney

Starless I came across Night sitting at the bus stop, moping, as if it had misplaced a forest or all the snow in Greenland. To cheer...

Racial Divide by Terry Barr

In the summer of 1989, my wife and I traveled to my hometown—Bessemer, Alabama—to celebrate my birthday with my parents who had...

Two Poems by John Grey

WAR ZONE It's a war zone but still you meet people. Like a pretty nurse. You offer to buy her a drink. There's a shack near they camp...

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