The Crossroads
Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Night Pall by Susan Tepper

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There are things to tell explain— but summer was bright and pretty I didn’t want to— cast another spell across essential blooming. Now short...
Wednesday, October 7, 2020

American Pie by Tissy Taylor

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Where I can no longer see What it feels to be Unweighted and Unafraid Justice on its knees Waging a war I don’t believe   Why does ...
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Thursday, September 3, 2020

Whores and River Hawks by Susan Tepper

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Prowling shoreline you went for the whores and river hawks  navigating rock and fissure lichen grew  a coat between  your l...
Tuesday, August 25, 2020

The Night is Heaving. By Kevin M. Hibshman

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My spirit is squirming like a toad in a jar. I am so tired I can't even feel my face anymore. Sleep is some far off place my body ...
Sunday, August 23, 2020

People Are Different Writers Are Worse by John Patrick Robbins

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We sat at the bar and the conversation just fell into place. We spoke about our jobs all the normal kill the time and hopefully catch a b...
Friday, August 14, 2020

To Take Home by Susan Tepper

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The day I anticipated death was cold and gray the way a death scene might be staged in a movie. I left my house   wearing warm ...
Monday, August 10, 2020

The Rescue. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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We were getting drunk and stoned down in James’ basement. While I hoarded the music player  by the pool table that people  fell ...
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