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Work Boots by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] The steelworkers’ boots were thick slabs of scuffed leather and heavy soles with rough-hewn treads, boots man, work boots, stitched and crafted, built for a hostile environment, forged for steel mills that burned like the devil’s own furnace,...

The City as Autumn Leaves by Joe Bisicchia

[tabby title="Poem"] Life chases through our veins so much the same, to find us so soon golden expressed in different ways as if a visual melody, even if silent as if in each other we meet ourselves, an opus despite...

Well, by Scott Malone

[tabby title="Poem"] the Good always die young, but assholes live forever so I should be fine, but I miss Biscuit, and Geiv and Lula and Buddy Scout Jackie and and and. and I will miss you too. [tabbyending]

Sick Pastime by Ho Malone

[tabby title="Poem"] My favorite time of the year, at Grandma's house, was half-past nine after homemade tamales and dessert, with no adults in the backyard we had the whole field to run wild I loved games. He knew that come...

Sea of Black by Genady Arkhipau

[tabby title="Poem"] A hint of blue in a sea of black: Eyes begging for belonging. Fate - a cruel trickster, teasing to remind us That things like that do really happen, (Vile comic timing notwithstanding) Be hydrated for when the...