Three Poems — Kent Kosack As the Crow Flies Home is 364 miles away as the crow...

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by Kent Kosack Zuidema When I was a kid, David Zuidema would pump our septic tank. Each lawn in our neighborhood had a container full of sewage buried in it. He told my mother to get my sisters to sto...

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Hello my name is Billy Sticks Tar baby stuck in the mud, cloying shit, time to get out from under the English oak transplanted here, 14,000 miles from home soil. Or thereabouts. I was born in the g…

Hello my name is Billy Sticks Tar baby stuck in the mud, cloying shit, time to get out from under the English oak transplanted here, 14,000 miles from home soil. Or thereabouts. I was born in the g…

A Thursday night like any other. My eyes are tired but no more so than usual. I brush my teeth, undress, turn on the bedside lamp, lie down, and pick up Bomarzo. I’m 42 pages in but tonight the wor…

A Thursday night like any other. My eyes are tired but no more so than usual. I brush my teeth, undress, turn on the bedside lamp, lie down, and pick up Bomarzo. I’m 42 pages in but tonight the wor…

A Thursday night like any other. My eyes are tired but no more so than usual. I brush my teeth, undress, turn on the bedside lamp, lie down, and pick up Bomarzo. I’m 42 pages in but tonight the wor…

Lesser men leave the house without sparing a second, third, or 464th thought for what they carry. Without a plan, a backup plan, a backup plan should the backup plan prove itself wanting. Not him t…

Hubble I need a Hubble telescope to take majestic pictures of your heart. Galaxies drifting away. Dying suns. A screensaver for when we’re frozen and there’s nothing left to say. * Kent Kosack is a…

March Indulge yourself in a final thought as the year ends: If you leave her, the road ahead opens into a midlife reckoning. No money for the cliched convertible. The trip to Japan. Holiday shrine …

“A Wish for Unconsciousness” by Thomas Hardy If I could but abide As a tablet on a wall, Or a hillock daisy-pied, Or a picture in a hall, And as nothing else at all, I should feel no do…

“Markheim” by Robert Louis Stevenson “Yes,” said the dealer, “our windfalls are of various kinds. Some customers are ignorant, and then I touch a dividend on my superior knowledge. Some are dishone…

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I want to be ruined by the thing I already knew in the new desiring.—Alina Ștefănescu How many times have I pursued Love across this membrane of Death?Flight En-Zed-Three departs El-Ay-Ex at Eight-…

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