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issue twenty-four :: July/August 2021

Amelia Does :: Three poems George Ryan :: Three poems Valerie Loveland :: Four poems John Bradley :: Six poems

Amelia Does :: Three poems

  Two in a car Driving down to Banff we stop To hang out at the gas station There are two guys up the hill Sitting in an old sports car til customers come   Then it’s down the hill Pump the gas Back up the hill Into the car again It’s summer and not cold out   Inside the store there are signs They are all funny I couldn’t decide I wanted to buy but didn’t My dad’s outside on the bench Having a sandwich Laughing, at 4pm The suns’ about to go down And we sit It’s summer and not cold out   Him Spoke in Ventricles The Lord spoke to me from upon high the message came through the ventricle a cool wind down a plastic pipe a shaft of miracle wheat ablazoned pollen tracks of bee legs dragging echoed vermillion arms   The World The world had crapped out and turned aside The hills were asleep as the mountains were And the road wasn’t even awake The buildings fell down and trees grew up and over them   A sound came approaching It wasn’t seen, just h...