I am not a box of wings.
Not a dress tossed from attic window
nor a couch tossed in rage.
I am not the rage heaving the couch.
Not the blackbird pecking attic
glass as if life depends upon it.
Not nestling skeletons huddled on the floor.
I am not the rescued doll
nor toppled drawers of ragged panties.
Not chewed edges of braided rugs
nor the mice methodically chewing.
I am not the hawk
high up in the hickory though I
aspire to be, trash
shooting from attic window
incidental. Small bodies forage
inside avalanching
fabric and bones.
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Issue 65
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Thomas Jay Balkany
- Bruce Bond
- Kristene Brown
- Jeff Burt
- Regina Colonia-Willner
- David Cooke
- William J. Cordeiro
- Cheney Crow
- Sharon Dolin
- David Faldet
- Martin Jude Farawell
- Soheila Ghaussy
- Ann Herlong-Bodman
- Michael Lauchlan
- James Lineberger
- John Mahnke
- Neil McCarthy
- Michael Montlack
- Dave Nielsen
- Mark Thomas Noonan
- Linda Tomol Pennisi
- F. Daniel Rzicznek
- Robert Lavett Smith
- Philip Terman
- Randi Ward
- Yim Tan Wong
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FICTION
Issue > Poetry
Linda Tomol Pennisi
Linda Tomol Pennisi is the author of Seamless (Perugia, 2003) and Suddenly, Fruit (Carolina Wren, 2006). A chapbook, Minuscule Boxes in the Bird's Bright Throat, is forthcoming this fall as part of the quartet series of Toadlily Press. She serves as writer in residence for the creative writing program of Le Moyne College in Syracuse, New York.Poetry
James Lineberger
There Comes a Time
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Kristene Brown
Mugshot of Grandma
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Jeff Burt
Boathouse