The Day Slows Down

The Day Slows Down

As the sun crosses the meridian dividing the house, / the day slows down, and the living room becomes whiter. […]

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Aunt Flo’s Goodbye

Aunt Flo

Aunt Flo had a daughter She was a drug addict Aunt Flo had leukemia Her husband left her Aunt Flo had a party invited everyone she knew gave everyone gifts told everyone how much she loved them Aunt Flo said she was going on a trip She was found hanged     Vincent J. Tomeo… Continue reading Aunt Flo’s Goodbye

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The Mexican

The Mexican

Ahead of the crowd, I settle into a choice window seat. This former school bus won’t roll from Times Square deep into New Jersey until every seat is paid for. I eye all those boarding. They are, to quote Sly Stone, everyday people. More than a few women board, lugging shopping bags and little kids,… Continue reading The Mexican

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Issue 11

Cathy Porter, Dana Stamps, II, T. Kilgore Splake, Mike Faran, Brian James Lewis, Isabel Wolfe-Frischman.

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Uralt

Uralt

The colleagues would celebrate closing a case with the special hidden bottle of honey-tinted brandy, the very finest, extremely old. All the way down it would burn: grapes of France, oak of Germany, and your eyes, in the end, meeting mine.     Ruth Holzer’s poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Poet Lore,… Continue reading Uralt

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Doucette At Work In The Bookstore

Face: heart-shaped; matter-of-fact, diffident Eyes: bespectacled;  hiding, searching Arms: thin;  hands nervous with low energy Legs:  woolly socks to just below the knee;               bare calves and thighs to just below the hemline Body:  white, warm, slightly moist Panties:  hidden, flimsy;  lightly fragrant with perfume or scent from nature Pinafore:  thrown on to cascade, lightly… Continue reading Doucette At Work In The Bookstore

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Keeping Confidences

“You’d better not write a poem about this,” my daughter warns, only half-joking.  She’s just visited her cousin in prison, a young man she’s never been really close to but whom she’s known all his life. “Where’s my pen?” I joke back, but I wonder what she must think of me, a guy who exploits… Continue reading Keeping Confidences

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Ghost Road

Interstate traffic veers smoothly right as some State road remnant, a pale-laned highway swatch, trails left through median weeds competing with cracked asphalt, pebbles, and ragged  pea-gravel, fades to little but sparse struggling chicory and a vague dry & pale spiked green horizon, populated by Monarchs and locusts flitting aimlessly toward oncoming diesel grilles, or,… Continue reading Ghost Road

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Train Wreck at Nome, Texas

Here, the triangular couplings of the cars twist, veer off inclines into levees, freight-doors open, chickens half- fluttering, feathers settling the dust: the caboose man running, jumping the debris, rubbing his on red eyes.

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