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Cuckoo in the Burrow by Dan Keeble

Cuckoo in the Burrow Dolores stands with me at the back of the main festival stage. The male crew in […]

Mulberry wine cw: blood, references to abuse your words wrap around my throat / choking me / your hands, inside

Under the Heat Dome I realized I must have left my gun there and went back for it. When I

A Pathetic Howl The dead poet isn’t looking at anyone in particular, from his book cover tombstone, and suddenly “The

Last Year’s Love Story “Young lady, are you concerned for the future of your beautiful daughter?” Kurt posed his routine

It’s been years Last night I dreamt of a butterflyTouching the vase, the tableThen settling on your nose.We laughed—who’s we?I’m

draft #1 looked like pennsylvania oh time, tell me of that hippie hovel. its tendrils of sublet satya fumes; heirloom

kissed by Rainbows prisms of light fall throughwater bottles forminglittle rainbows on the floor,and i cannot help but smile; pretty

FREE BIRTH It was hot in the Indian sunlight although it was early December. The students were sitting exams in

The Great Displacement the cooling towers are peeling down to earthas the unused rails bend around them,the trinity of the