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3 Poems by James Croal Jackson

She uses the vacuum she brought
in her tight gray shorts beneath her 
black-and-white splotched top Jackson-
Pollacked, but not in the way Mary 
Frances said I Jackson-Pollacked
her after our first night when she 
said I would need a better reason 
to ask any girl to come over– so, 
do you want to meet my cats

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'Shadow Boxes' by Vanessa Blakeslee

In the museum, Ward fumbled underneath the ticket counter and a moment later, a flashlight illuminated shadow boxes draped by black curtains and the tiny white wax faces inside. We tiptoed further; the museum was cool and musty. I felt like I was walking into a house while someone was sleeping, or trespassing on something hidden. 

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3 Poems by Colin James

     I am not going to
                    give you the satisfaction
                    of saying I'm disappointed,
                    although I find your
                    behavior LY adverb rude.

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4 Poems by Jason Ryberg

what that little
     statue, there, really means is
even a monkey 
     knows that trying to do your 
damnedest to “hear no 
     evil, see no evil, and 
speak no evil” don’t
     mean that there ain’t no such thing
as evil in this 
     world, and you better speak-up
     when you see it and hear it.

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