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Hermitage Piece

The span of winter afternoons spreads out between the hollow moon’s two distant ends. It is a bear gone far ahead. It is elsewhere.   by Amos J. Hunt Original bio from the Fall 2008 edition: Amos J. Hunt is pleased that he gets a contributor bio this time. This poem first ran in the Fall 2008 edition of ...

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Austin Sonnet

Sitting next to you as the sun goes down And dies a world of fire upon the lake. A raised glass empties all the sunset To your cheek; the table spreads horizon-wide. And we sit as we have come, apart By inches. Hundreds of miles of inches. Night comes on. A few boats. Voices drift From the water until they become ...

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July 6, 1535: London

Then the axe fell. And the weight of the crowd immeasurably shifted. The soul of the quiet man no longer drew their eyes—whether miserable or indignant— to some convergence on the little scaffold. Some turned uncomfortably to their neighbor, but felt, instead of the easy word or glance, a hollowness about the ...

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Daddy Drinks

I gave my dad a whiskey flask for Christmas. He laughed. He’s never had a taste for whiskey. But because I gave it to him, he treasured it. He brought it to work and showed it off, trying to hide the proud pucker of his smile. It had my school crest on it. When I was small, I would be jealous of my cousin (a ...