Issue 145

Winter & Spring 2014

Image from War Movie

Poetry Amy Woolard Poetry Amy Woolard

While Away

When the satellite signal berserks, the conversations

Begin. Today’s devotional: Windex scattershot, ecstatic

Gasp of the punctured cat food tin. It seems everything

Within earshot has something to say. The linoleum unpeels

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Poetry Amy Woolard Poetry Amy Woolard

Things Go South

Always trust a red door

On a black Camaro, thighs

Sticking to the vinyl in the June

Sun, pinking up the place.

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