Issue 155

Winter & Spring 2019

Image from New Arctic

Poetry Dustin Pearson Poetry Dustin Pearson

Paternity

The door swung open. It was Dad. He was back after four hundred years.
My brothers and I were still dangling, nailed to the wall
where he left us, arms excitedly skyward at the sight of him
like we knew he wanted. He picked us up one by one and tossed us,

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