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  • Postcard Prose

    Never Without Her Umbrella

    By Kory Wells

    The local tour guide believes in leather boots with wide toes. Sturdy soles. Protein for breakfast.

  • Postcard Prose

    Red Skies

    By Kimberly Ramos

    The young sailor said he would give me a modicum of love if I let him use my body as a harbor.

  • Postcard Prose

    Reception

    By Kory Wells

    The ticket seller would prefer to meet the guests outside, order them shortest to tallest, take the most boisterous by the hand.

  • Poetry

    Two Poems by Nick Conrad

    The skull-like villa lost in a garden of dreams, so seem the isle’s cimitero:

  • Poetry

    Three Poems by Dinah Ryan

    I have fallen in love with winter, / with the day that ends at 3:45 in the afternoon. // with the man striding along the path grasping / a pink plastic bag that glows incandescent / although it only contains dish soap / and the cat food he carries home after work …

  • Poetry

    Two Poems by Daisy Bassen

    ...you wonder again about the soul, / Where it hides, where it ventures. / There's always one you have to bring to oblivion...

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