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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 Read More

“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 Read More

“Id entity” by Coco Owen

[My]     id  entity     does  n’t     know     all     my  selves, r  aced     &     g  end  e  red     into     t  his     two-     p  art  y     system. Id  entity     s  woo  ns     on     the     anal  Read More