Amends

Gordon Mitchell Smith

I’m sorry is an aversion          of the eyes, a politician’s slant acknowledgment (and somehow not)          of the facts—as perhaps they might be seen from a certain angle—; and yet          it’s…

Three Poems

Charlie Clark

Carrying My Brother to the Ambulance This close, I for the fourth decade notice how beautiful I find the stark black lashes of his eyes. It’s autumn—after autumn, actually—everything awash…

Palmyra in Winter

Erin L. Thompson

Tombs When I was a child, I could walk into the desert from our house on the outskirts of Tucson. Tense with attention, I found paths between thorns, silent under…

Arthur or Night on Earth

Maxim Matusevich

By far, by far he was the most dazzling, the most charismatic man of the cohort. Just a couple of years older than the rest of us, Arthur comported himself…

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