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Dear Editor of Kentucky Journal
Can we recommend a willow switch? Can you hear us in the Iron lungs and sorrow of the State Sanatorium for the feeble minded? Can you hear their ghosts on the sawgrass wind? Prose Poetry by Sean Thomas Dougherty
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Abyssal Giant!
What it is to live as an abyssal giant/ but beached, huge and primeval Poetry by Joseph Zenoni
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Sex Tips For The End Of The World
Fiction by Nicole Beckley For a moment she thinks of her ex-husband, Dan, how crazy they were, how immature. How they’d knocked his bed off the shaky cinderblock frame a few times, climbing on top of each other. How her mother had cried at the sight of her in a wedding dress. “So grown up,”…
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dreams of place
Two poems by Anna Weaver to make like the women/ in short stories and give/ herself a new name
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Candelaria
Fiction by Michael Mark The funeral was stodgy and the minister had as much to say about the real Johnny as I did about the real Woodrow Wilson. He talked about living brightly like it was a certain kind of apple—like there were many types of apples in the orchard, but you knew the good…
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Someday
Poetry by Mark Trechock I arrived on a Sunday afternoon / in the city where Reagan once decided / that Salvadorans seeking refuge from death squads / posed a threat to democracy as we knew it.
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Riven
George Ella Lyon, George Ella Lyon poems, Kentucky poetry, Kentucky poets, New Limestone Review, NLR poetryTwo poems by George Ella Lyon Someone wails / in the basement / of my dream. / Amid the wailing / I hear a welter of water.
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Late Spring
Jim McDermott, Jim McDermott fiction, Jim McDermott short stories, New Limestone Review, NLR fictionFiction by Jim McDermott My wife and I had just moved back to the States from Ireland then. I was about to turn forty-one. Our longest try at living somewhere other than home had brought us to another dead end.