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When Mama Was a Moth by Nick Caccamo

We never really lived there.  We were just occupants.  Not much more than squatters, but I detest that word, as it implies destitution, squalor, and illegality.  No, there was nothing sinister or nefarious behind our status.  We were in transition; our stay was temporary. 

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#CoronaLife by Terena Elizabeth Bell

Direct Message from April Mitchell
Mar 9 – 5:15 PM
OMG MAGGIE ARE YOU OKAY

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Upon Returning from a Leadership Convention in Hawaii, the Superintendent Addresses the School Board of Carlson County, Pennsylvania by Neil Connelly

Directors and members of the community attending in person or via Zoom, good evening.  I know many of you are eager to hear my comments regarding my recent trip over Thanksgiving break about which so many have said so much on social media, but there are other matters I should tend to first. 

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Twilight of Symphonies by John Chinaka Onyeche

It has been a decade ago
when we had our first dance.
In what took the semblance of,
crepuscular happenstance.

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Everybody’s Everybody by Brady Achterberg

Everybody’s Everybody Brady Achterberg __________ My friend Dan died the other day.  That’s fine by me apparently.  I don’t get sad for shit.  I am a dumb animal that only responds to physical pain.  I used to think it was because I was young but now I’m 31 and the…

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Four Poems

Dorsey Craft __________ My Football Team is Winning (III) And my granddaddy’s still dead. He swatsan almighty yellow jacket from a star-soakedcan of Coke while our tailgate moves fartherout on the asphalt grid. We’ve got a healthylead. We’ve got a blond quarterback with eyeslike the last two red salmon pouting…

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Two Poems by Jess Williard

Jess Williard __________ Tackle When he said he could believe in something closer to what she believes in, and because of her, he meant because. Not for. And in the breath after that truth there the both of them are on a turf field in August. It’s sweltering, the the…

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Hash Marked

Hash Marked Jordan Escobar __________ Toothless and hungry, he wakes in the back of his truck. The sky remains broken on grimy windows, as he rubs sensation back into his stubbled jaw. This day and this day again. The pops and aches of his discarded body remembering its own vulnerabilities.…

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The Last Frozen Tundra

The Last Frozen Tundra Brian Chander Wiora __________ On December 20, 2010, the Minnesota Vikings played their first outdoor home game since 1981 at TCF Bank Stadium, their last outdoor home game ever. The Vikings play tonight behind a discontinuous curtain of snow, a lethargic, everlasting precipitation settles into each…

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