Sandy, 2012
Kayla Kavanagh
I failed my license test last Friday. The DMV employee called driving the wrong way down a one-way a “fatal error.” This morning I am holding six sets of shaking keys and wondering which one might start Lisa Morrison’s car.
Two Poems
E.B. Schnepp
toss an apple, once bitten, over your shoulder.
if tossed its peel will unravel, spell
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Wendy M. Thompson
Like Sprite for black people.
Like Saltines after yellow vomit and ice chips.
Two Poems
Esther Sadoff
The corn stalks are not yet razed.
Like abandoned flags they tatter
I begin with the closet
flinging shirts and shoes
