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HARPER STEWART by Clemonce Heard
Whoever said black eyes don’t show up on black guys, need a knuckle mountain to the mouth. Everything with the exception of a beatdown stays in Vegas. Who in our crew of bachelors & back stabbers should’ve been held over the banister of our Bellagio suite? A groomsman doesn’t have to sleep with the bride…
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THEY THINK THEY KNOW AMELIA EARHART, by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
where she died—days after a photo suggested she lived, proved it as much as paper can prove anything, as much as a figure with her hair and approximate body, sitting on the dock, facing away from the camera, can look exactly like a lost dead girl. And far off right, a barge, floating almost out of frame, with…
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TWO POEMS by Ellen C. Bush
ASTIGMATISM It is my birthday ritual but every year I am surprised to see my optometrist still alive, seeing me. He must be past eighty, mustache and skin of a former smoker, stale breath. I must have so much time left. I’ve been returning to this chair since I was seven, but have yet…
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