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Gretchen Tessmer Lunch Date she walks into his cave carrying a lantern of moonlight a plaid knapsack two ham-and-mustard sandwiches in a crinkly paper bag and some cyan and magenta-colored mud clinging to her space boots “how goes it?” she … Continue reading →

Anna Cates At the Ruins of Sarpedon …………..Perseus son of a god his magic bag shimmers ocean’s edge man of flesh light in winged sandals world’s end fright and horror in a frozen gaze helm of darkness dizzying rattling a … Continue reading →

Brian Hugenbruch …like breaking glass …………Oceans of mirrors— …………the tide rushes toward us …………like breaking glass The waters ebb and flow through a nocturne of lunar pulls and scorching suns turning the silica floating there that used to be a … Continue reading →

Lauren McBride Lost in a Word There’s a word …in the old, old stories ……that meant ………health and shade, growth and food – …before the sun ……expanded and boiled ………the sky, wells went dry, …grass, trees, ……and crops died, ………and … Continue reading →

Noel Sloboda Visitation Nobody knew who invited the banshee to Mother’s wake. But everyone feared asking the hag to leave. Swaddled in blue and black robes caked with clay she hid her face behind crimson and silver locks that glistened in … Continue reading →