by Nathaniel Perry
It was a good idea, cutting away
the vines and ivy, trimming back
the chest-high thicket lazy years
had let grow here. . . .
by Oliver Rice
I am oblique at the zoological park
with my twelve year old and his soccer friend,
am diverse, circuitous at the aviary,
intemperate and discontinuous at the aquarium.
by Weston Cutter
The rifle’s his: he told me to shoot some-
thing good for us to eat on his return,
but all I’ve ever killed are insects, things
which only pester because walls dictate
they’re in the wrong place.
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