Wastelands and Bog People
—Elizabeth Adams
An author’s meditation on poetic influence, poetic difficulty, and poetic faith,
in a journey from T.S. Eliot to Seamus Heaney and back again.		   The Blind Wedding
—Raquel D'Apice
On our way to attend a wedding in which both the bride and groom are blind, my date and I realized the futility of having wrapped their wedding gifts.		  
 
 
  Geoffrey the Giraffe Gave an Eye to See into Your Future —Jeff Burns
When all is said and done, we're not much different, the Vikings and us.		   In Search of the Great
White Bronco —Jeff Burns
The author buys booze, and marks time, by the Crime of the 20th Century.		  
 
 
  Comeuppance Police
—Gabriel Caplan
The Comeuppance Police are now hot on my trail. They think not, regarding my attempts at humor. They are out for justice.  		  
 
 
  If I drink any more I will drown
—Bekka Bjorke
I got drunk for the first time when I was eleven. I was new at my synagogue, and some of the girls
who took me in snatched some bottles of wine from the kitchen and we gorged on them…
By thirteen I drank whenever possible.		  
   
 
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

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