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In imitation of “Litany of Failed Lines from Previous Poems”  by Susan Nguyen   We are hurricanes. I am all sighs and gasps when our lips collide.  I forgive you for that time you said  you didn’t want to get married but then professed  me as your wife to your brother’s best friend.  Y

Trimmed branches bleed ice, Gray grass murmurs, discontent. Clouded dome white weeps.   Rippled water Reality distorted. Walking back from class.   Small in a big pond Standing at a puddle’s edge Sees upside-down world.   Branches together Pointing, reaching, kissing tips Like cathedral doors.

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By Gabrielle Crone            Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash.  At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand.  Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli

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