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“When the Craftsman Found His Lover Six Weeks Dead” by Holly Hunt
When the Craftsman Found His Lover Six Weeks Dead He was not a soul to meander, So he set her on fire and fanned her, For clearly, she stunk Like the prettiest skunk— Then he polished her skull with a sander. Holly Hunt’s poetry has been published in wonderful…
“Between Nogales and the Border” by Jim McGarrah
The desert gives birth to Prickly Pear cactus as the gunmetal blue of night fades to gray. What remains of darkness—the decaying earth, an echo of the world laughing, and one coyote stretched across the asphalt as an early morning offering to the god of diesel. The beast has been…
“Lance Corporal DeAvila” by David Joez Villaverde
Father, I once knew a boy who was just like me and his father was just like you, and we had the same name and the same mother, even though she was different, we were the same yet not, but our world was never enough for him, and as soon…