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Two Poems by Ricky Garni
The Killer Truck It was after midnightwhen I saw the food truckpass by. At first I thoughtit was a bus. And thenI thought, No, it is a foodtruck. But where is it goingafter midnight? It has nowhereto go, but is going somewhere. Sometimes I wonder if the foodtruck saw me and wonderedwhere I was going,…
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Fiction: Molly Prentiss’ “My Someone’s Ears”
The first things I loved about My Someone were his ears. They were smaller than average, and shaped like seashells, curved in on themselves and then hollow. They seemed to ask to be whispered into. Or I wanted to hold them up to my own ears to hear the ocean. Our first kiss was not…
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Fiction: Amy Glasenapp’s “I Don’t Want to Bury Dreams Yet”
Tick tock, you say. My coat is nowhere to be found, and of course, my keys are in the coat. I disappear and come back empty-handed. You shake your head. On the way out you talk about real things: bills, Thanksgiving, weatherproofing the apartment. Things I don’t want to think about just now with the…
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