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If a fish were to wiggle up out of the sea, walk to my door, stand on its hind fins, ring the bell, walk right on in, drip sea water and ...

By: Kip Knott The Johnny Cash Show, June 7, 1969 If I had been riding a train through Nashville that day, I would have begged the enginee...

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By: Jonathan Jones Summer conversation at a fountain full of perfect strangers. You can taste the marijuana in the air warmth of beer in ...

By: Stella Hayes one more night to dismantle like a toy train another day to be folded up and put in a drawer a continent ...

By: Ariana Kramer There was a time we knew the gods pour sacred brooks and rivers out of bowls and urns. We prayed on the river’s bank, l...

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By: Gerard Sarnat Well you maybe vaguely recall third grade history but definitely for sure still can see in your mind John Wayne movie h...

By: Joe Volpe Suddenly your eyes sharpen, forehead furrowed like folds of hills carved by glacial waters. I’m reminded of trivia nights b...

By: David Colodney And next week I’ll ask you the same question again even though you told me last week not to always ask when you’d be h...

By: Eric Bodlak In January, we watched Flight 2379 spirit him up into the choppy grey, until even the bright-white of the tailborne LEDs ...

By: Marcy Rae Henry i’m writing her a poem about an alchemical tale i was told in Egypt a scarab pushes bolitas de mierda down the...

By: Sam Blauw Chicken Bones Chicago fades in honest shades pressed violets and pressed bruises we’re wholesome as broken vows dizzy pinwh...

By: Peter Junker 1.  A WHITE COLLAR LIFE The welfare of the workers has been put In my hands after my leadership skills We're recognized...

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