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by Brandon Engel | Poetry | What broken vessel here once lay, Shattered pieces in disarray Without form, mere jagged edge— Futile in most every way?

by Jon Escher | Poetry | I wandered through a Salvation Army store and came to the rack of winter coats and jackets paused to consider that strangers lived and may have died in these.

by Yannick Imbert | Poetry | “Where’s my New Year's stockings,” you said. I turn around and see your eyes, Bright, expectant. I scratched my head: “Is it Christmas?” … To my surprise