The Crossroads
Saturday, April 30, 2022

I Grew Up Here By Jake St. John

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I grew up here  look  over that  stonewall  covered in moss  and through the woods  down the hill  and across the creek  we found the cemete...
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Sunday, April 3, 2022

Citizens of the World by Susan Isla Tepper

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I am the girl who flies on a bird the one who had to get away Did you spot us gliding  through clouds and blue before the bombs went off Cit...
Thursday, March 31, 2022

Bright Shine By Luis CuauhtĂ©moc Berriozábal

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Down by the river I found a finger. Who lost it? It is a fat finger. It has a ring with a bright shine. It is night. I have insomnia. I look...
Saturday, March 26, 2022

This House By Kevin M. Hibshman

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It was supposed to represent new beginnings. You had visions of living in it as a child. We were going to keep busy maintaining it. You had ...
Monday, March 14, 2022

Parallel Lines by Susan Isla Tepper

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Not remembered— Any clock.   Parallel lines through  a desert where water was impossible. We came through it delivered our goods turned back...
Thursday, March 3, 2022

A Favour By Ian Lewis Copestick

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I really don't know if I am ready to meet another woman yet, after my wife dying only nine months ago. I don't know if I am ready fo...
Monday, January 3, 2022

Lips by Susan Isla Tepper

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                  (for Laura Boss and Gregory Corso) Burn my lips blue the target of your deception.  You run around the block to buy preten...
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