by David Griffith
The were finishing the prison outside Cooperedge, taking applications, and Ernie, whose hope ran far out ahead of his reason, claimed our chances of landing guard jobs were good because of the security training we’d received at Adam’s Landing. I didn’t really want a prison job, but I rode along to apply because it was out of the usual run of things.
by Dean Young
I too love my small life.
The miracle gets shoved into the oven,
comes out with its desire whitened.
A crack is not necessarily a fault,
and when the fire lies down, it becomes
earth and earth has a dream: us . . .
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