Here We Call the Rat Snakes Ralph | Dawn Manning

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                                                                                              After Arthur Sze Here, the first Ralph leaves his skin                        clinging to the cinder block wall. Here, Ralph hangs his ghost by the mouth                        from between the

Two Poems | Henry Goldkamp

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NEW ORLEANS IS FORSAKEN THIS TIME OF YEAR a cartoon cigar smoking a cartoon cigarette with a look of rancid terror on its filter-face. you good? i’m good. nails bitten down low

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