Two Poems | Candice M. Kelsey

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Playing Hide ‘N Seek with My Father’s Ghost the blue-sky gleams [______________________]from behind the oak tree [__________________________]like it’s fed by the stream [­­­­__________________]                                      on the day my father dies                                          we

Details Emerge | Timothy Nolan

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Timothy Nolan (he/him/his) is a writer and visual artist living in Palm Springs, California with his husband and their rescue dog, Scout. He has exhibited extensively for three decades and his work

On Hold: For Bella | Martin Vest

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Having For So Long Been My Mother’sLive-In Caregiver I could call the doctor, make oatmeal,buy vitamins, change batteries,and dim the blinds all day long.I could service your concentrator,clean your nebulizer,or do something

I Extend My Arms | Emma Aylor

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because there’s something I should tell you,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but you’ll need to come to me. I reachand the rock of me stays,⠀⠀⠀⠀ just here where I’m mortared— ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I must, then, own my arms,

Anatomy of Supplication | Judson Evans

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1. at cracked marrow                      of the double yellow line extraction crane                                     buckles                                                                                                                                                                    down            bare fork              prong             crookless end of