The Crossroads
Monday, March 30, 2020

14th off Sixth in ‘73. By Susan Tepper

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This is the hard place of tepid light, smoking men seated shoulder to  shoulder— scarce inches  apart hunched over  it’s lunchtim...
Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Striving By Alex Z. Salinas

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Larry Rios—murderer and unrenowned Chicano poet—strives to pen the realest poem of all time. How to accomplish that? First, accept that 70...
Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Stephen. By John Doyle

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Stephen’s everyone's friend. Stephen looks like Rob Halford, but it's ironic - his sociology friends laugh; Stephen - eating ...
Thursday, February 20, 2020

Note To A Fartist Fraud. By John Patrick Robbins

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                       You sent me your books in some childish attempt to impress me . Like some jilted lover who shows up at the bar w...
Thursday, January 30, 2020

No One Wants Anything to Get Better. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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I’ll let you in on the secret of secrets, no one wants anything to get better and the more people that die, the better. They will ne...
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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Not Much . By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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You know the braggart, the one who drinks half as much  as everyone else  and makes twice the noise, back in the bathroom every t...
Sunday, December 15, 2019

Equinox By Alex Z. Salinas

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I hear defeat  In Coltrane’s “Equinox,” his Sax desperate To slither out Of Wittgenstein’s  Suicide bottle,  Yet Elvin Jones...
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