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Issue 81
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Michael Bazzett
- Lana Bella
- Nancy Bryan
- Lauren Camp
- Cyrus Cassells
- Lucia Cherciu
- Richie Hofmann
- Juleen Eun Sun Johnson
- Rebecca Lehmann
- Greg Maddigan
- Marilyn McCabe
- Dunya Mikhail
- Alex Miller
- Julia Anna Morrison
- Jeremy Radin
- Supritha Rajan
- Nicholas Reading
- Brad Trumpfheller
- Kara Van De Graaf
- J. S. Westbrook
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FICTION
Issue > Poetry
Invocation
On autumn mornings the cement stump
was sprinkled with green shards: walnuts
squirrels had brought there, poised like lookouts,
their stout teeth rasping to the pulp.
Walking the yard each day I'd brush
the well cap clear, next day find
the acrid wreck renewed, rough
hemispheres emptied and abandoned.
Still those unthought gestures, rituals
of salvage, leave me scavenging
with ink for what my hand no longer feels.
Reach out again, boy. Scrape the wellhead clean.