by Tim Nolan
We didn’t know where we were going—
except it would be cold. And not green.
by Kathleen Rooney
McSorley’s Old Ale House is the oldest Irish pub in New York City. What kind of old? They claim they opened in 1854. What kinds of ale? Two: light and dark.
by Todd James Pierce
No one thinks it funny
when I introduce my wife
as my first wife,
not even when I explain
that I have not been married
by Barbara Goldberg
Had it been me, I would have chosen Lily Robinson
for her cigarette holder and thin Pall Malls, the only
one in the refugee circle who drew a beauty mark
next to her mouth, wore slinky black tuxedo pants
paired with a white satin blouse.
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