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MICHAEL HARDIN

Mockingbird In the thick air of Houston I walk my Pekingese, two blocks to the dog park; it’s as far as she can go. In the tree, a plagiary; a mockingbird swoops against my long hair— I have come too close. My dog protects her own territory: the futon we share. When I have guests she pees ridicule in the spaces they leave.

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Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for our 2019 contest issue.

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Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for our 2019 contest issue.

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