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Issue 66
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Lindsey Bellosa
- Chase Samuel Berggrun
- Mark Jay Brewin Jr
- Stephen W Carter
- Stephen Cramer
- Elizabeth B. Crowell
- G.S. Crown
- Jacob Cumiskey
- William Grenfell Davies Jr.
- Robert Haight
- Zebulon Huset
- Betsy Johnson-Miller
- Lillian Kwok
- Devon Moore
- Mary France Morris
- Dan Murphy
- Kathryn Nelson
- James B. Nicola
- Thomas Osatchoff
- Supritha Rajan
- J.C. Reilly
- B.T. Shaw
- Eva Skrande
- Catherine Stearns
- Don Thompson
- Ross White
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FICTION
Issue > Poetry
The Poem
Sometimes it's a bag
I drag around with me,
heavy, slack,
the insides tangled into knots.
I wrestle with them,
shove them, try
to twist them into
loveliness. I rummage
for the singing thing
I'm looking for
but it keeps slipping,
sinking to the bottom.
Other times, it is
my favorite child
just wakened
from a dream.
Her finger points
at air, and then,
the water of her laughter
spills and falls
over me
and all at once
she tells me
everything.