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Final Resting Place by Julene Tripp Weaver
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He reached his peak of happiness he said, when he bought the acreage on the road that curved. Done with a squared off block, he preferred the ambiguity of the turn one could not see around, an edge…
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A handy thing the grenade.An ergonomic weapon.Fits nicely in a man’s hand.Neither too heavy nor too light.Good for throwing.Named after the pomegranate,because of its shape,but might as well be bec…
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Busted Pandemic Sonnet for My Dead Dad by Alejandro Lucero
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You taught me how to touch you like a house of cards. Focus my breath away from the tilt of your neck. They painted the coils of a ram’s horns tar heel blue for that last football game we saw. The …
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