Poetry
Spring 2000
Two Weasels
The first on a granite slab making off with my bacon, my bait for pickerel. All I probably thought, fourteen and lonely, was, That fucker took what’s mine. Mid-April, snowflakes […]
Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.
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