Julia Anna Morrison

  UNFINISHED OCEAN   I was a mother in the snow, crumpled under a black coat next to the ocean. That winter I lost seven hundred...
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Vivienne Walshe

What do you people do around here? In this town? Bucket bongs. Donuts down the back paddock. But they mean well.

Cynthia Cruz

The boat of death moves soundlessly / Across the room. // Then the terrible gift:

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