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Stephanie Gayle

The workshop machinery pulsed chugachugachuga. Two-penny nails danced on the draft table. I was alone in the shop. The boys had left hours ago. They’d called, “Hey Kate, why not…

Scene Two

Margo Berdeshevsky

In another garden, a poet’s brother had called the lark a fist of blood & feathers; she couldn’t tell me that. A shaman, failed, o my poor brother, she whispered…

Three Poems

Joshua Rivkin

Pastoral Almost. Almost is the shortest version of this story. That doesn’t say how at that moment, handed over from his arms to my father’s, then gently brought down to…

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