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by Christopher Brookhouse

The end of December was not the easiest time of the year for Noreen to exercise more, but she was trying. She had been snowshoeing for an hour. The last light was thinning from the sky. She was tired. Wind stung her face, numbed her fingers. As she shoed along Pleasant Street, she realized if she could cut across Judge Prior’s property, she would be home in ten minutes instead of twenty.

“Rain of Blood, Aix-en-Provence”

by Dorothea Tanning

Toward noon, July 1608.
No light, or hardly. Hebetude lay
like a membrane on cobbles
and casseroles, on bread dough
                                              like sin itself

“And Go into the Street Which Is Called Straight”

by Bruce Beasley

Go: fraction, fragile, frangible, infringe—
the relatives of refrain, sharers of fracture’s fracturing. To repeat
is to break back. To repeat is to break back.


by Michael Waters

Some half-wit Barnum, amateur Noah,
fashioned an ark—a salvaged, broken barge—
to populate with creatures trapped or bought:
black bear, wolverine, a fox like a flame, . . .

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