Tag: New Limestone Review
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The Places You Go When You’re Alive
I walked into the kitchen and peered through the sliding door. Brad stood on the deck. The night had sucked him into a time machine that spit him back out looking more worn and tired than ever before. He rubbed his face and held a jack knife in his right hand. The kind my father…
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BULLETPROOF VEST
We’re the only ones we / race against, we think. We speak / in tongues. We know that family / matters most. Bang, bang. “What will / we have today?” we ask / when we serve at oily restaurants. Poetry by Colin Criss
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Fire Escape
Somewhere in the middle of my tasks I heard the bell above the door ding. Before I saw who it was I dashed back behind the counter, where I felt a rush of air and heard a buzzing noise, almost as loud as a lawnmower. A fly about the size of a large cat landed…
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Hydronym & Ghost Forests
In the lowlands of Virginia, an ecologist says, /If you remove humans from the picture, the coast is preparing itself. Poetry by Emma Aylor
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Lightly, Lightly & Sky
The soldiers are cradling their weapons, / their rainbows, their peacock tails Poetry by Caroline Goodwin
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Fish-God
crocus in my Kansas yard. A rite / for my fertility, a crowded room / where I am the only one singing. Poetry by Maddie Pospisil