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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 ...

Michigan Summer

The dirty cow still doesn’t move. Yellow, dusty sunbeams lean heavily on a window screen where flies make loud, impatient love. Now a rust-brown monochrome, the old barn’s wooden planks hang down in splinters from its rotten crown like teeth cracked on an old comb.   by Cara Valle Original bio from the ...