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“Modesto” by Micah Lau

We grow older; we own nothing. Who will move to whom? When will life begin?
Two Poems by Aïcha Martine Thiam

in the middle of a sorrow snowstorm even the tossed timber dice looks pearl sugar white
“A Love Letter” by Justine Talbot

My girlfriend said the stupidest thing this morning. She said she’s in love with words.
“The Weatherman” by John Tustin

I want to be a weatherman.
“Project Mallard” by Odette Lester Brady

“Hello, duck.” She’ll whisper. “I tried my best.” She’ll say.
“The Last Ones” by Robert L. Penick

They seemed easier to spot thirty years ago, or perhaps my eye was keener.
“Obligatory Symbiosis” by Soramimi Hanarejima

I read her journal whenever I can.
“Lunchtime” by Laura Taylor

Every day at lunchtime, a group of children cut across the green expanse of the school’s…
“The Hoard” by Beth Ford

Light meant illuminating the encroaching emptiness. And that she didn’t want to see.
“Lawn Chair on the Highway” by Andrew Gent

Lawn Chair on the Highway We are used to the disabledtruck, the inevitabledeer or squirrel carcassstill…