the precedents were piling up
like old newspapers in a poet's hallway.
grey begat grey.
the talk became more rapid and less inspired.
examples were made of the inveterate,
tangent replaced nuance.
there was a strange crispness in the air
as though someone had rolled back a stone.
trees shivered in the night
as the buttons of the sky popped open.
blame was laid like a dead bird
on every doorstep.
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Issue 75
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY