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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...