Tim Rogers

THE CRUXIFICTION   The pull of a powerful diesel heart greasy and generous as a locomotive her rails paired with circumstance Calvary,...
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Ken Nash

We never went to the moon. Instead we grew roses and fed our neighbor pasta and fruit salad.

Elizabeth Gross

You showed me the exit, / the one that lets out on the pond / just in time to see the train glowworm / through the overpass to Hůrka. / I can’t say what made it look so alive.

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