Ship-timber Beetle One cow, then another, ignites in the March sun, then stands in the long shadows and crops hay. Death does not level all: if you covered the earth with pyramids whose tips all reached the same height, then somehow managed to put you hand on all of them at once, they would not

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All the good comic books have been picked through here at the Dunaway Rex-All Drug Store at the Cobb County Shopping Center, so I’m not sure what to do. We get out only once a week, every Friday, Father and Mother and I, for supper. After dessert, Father gives me my due –my allowance, twenty-five

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A sonnet on unsteady buildings On homeward roads the granite houses march, their roofs pulled low against the lash of rain, their windows streaming sea-spray, rustic arch and cobbled path fence-deep in mud again. They’re drunk. The town is famed for drunken homes, its pavements wet with whiskey and its gutters deep in rum. Each

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mix 2 parts anxiety 1 heap ice cream 4 ounces tequila. shake vigorously. (the drink, not yourself.) repeat until you shake vigorously. ———— Richard Lighthouse is a contemporary writer and poet. He holds an M.S. from Stanford University. His work has been published in: The Penwood Review, West Hills Review, Mudfish, and many others worldwide.

Somebody left me a lot of money in Nigeria. Drugs are cheaper through the mail. From Canada. Love is just a click away. Someone is waiting to meet me. My perfect mate is waiting for me! But I really should enlarge my penis. Jesus saved. Now I can too. On my mortgage. But time is

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