Blind Ambition
By Kathi WolfeI'm in my seat,
averting my eyes,
those funhouse mirrors,
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Hammering on Rocks
By Joseph RossHammering on rocks
can break the hammerer's back
when stooped
A Theory of Violence
By Jennifer PerrineUnder the surface of this winter lake,
I can still hear him say you're on thin ice
now, my heel grabbed, dragged into the opaque
Postmark from the Transition
By Rachel M. Simonthe name altered from parent's choosing
the threshold of a home
white gloves on the windowsill
In a Summer of Snipers
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
Road at Ache
By Kazim AliI was whispered along the road at Ache
toward the sun-puddled gate
If You Leave Your Shoes
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run