Issue 150

Summer & Fall 2016

Image from Rehearsals for Extinct Anatomies

Poetry Maureen Seaton Poetry Maureen Seaton

The Method of Vanishing Cues

For Florida

I got myself a cup. It was the end of water
and I was the last to drink. I was

a revolver at the bed of the dead woman.
It was the cruel month and I was

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