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by Mark Jackley

When My Father Died all who hovered were like men back in the day who paced the room for expectant fathers smoking as the work got done behind closed doors which opened the other way now

Fatalism The garden toad, grave as Sitting Bull I’d guess Says it’s all okay I thought there might be more, but he seemed pretty sure, and I blinked first

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After the Pause: Winter 2014  

The inaugural issue of After the Pause features experimental poetry, flash fiction, and visual art created by 39 artists from around the Uni...

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