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Kevin Henry
It started as rioting. And right from the beginning you knew this was real. . . because it wasn’t on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming through your windows. It was a virus, an infection. You didn’t need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood.…
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LeeAnn Pickrell
… there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things … Ross Gay, “Sorrow Is Not My Name” Sometime during our year of lockdown I stopped dancing, those graceful graceless steps across the living room at night on fuzzy slippered toes for an audience of one until the world had…
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Richard Hartwell
Looking down the length of a hospital bed, Coming out of anesthesia, a Carnaby Street Angel appears as a mod-clad apparition in High-heeled, knee-length Walking Boots of White plastic, balanced by a wide white belt Cinched between a red velvet miniskirt and Some sort of short-waisted toreador jacket. Bleached-blonde, ratted hair framing her face; Frosted…
