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SaveCancel || Shrinking Sky Lou Orbach

 In the parking lot at St. Anthony’s on a summer night when the lights of the creaking ferris wheel were pale in the purple dusk of a sky as wide as it was ever going to be, I threw a ping pong ball into a pickle jar and won a goldfish. Lately, I’ve noticed the sky, how it’s shrinking….

BULLFROGS by David Allan Evans

 sipping a Schlitz we cut off the legs packed them in ice, then shucked the rest back into the pond for turtles ready to go home we looked down and saw what we had thrown back in: quiet-bulging eyes nudging along the moss’s edge, looking up at us, asking for their legs

INDIGLO by a former BG Student. We'll call him "Ed".

 we are sitting watching voices wearing tight black pants and cut up black shirts. We hold hands in the dark. Neon green lights, where hands run in circles, spotlighting the moon dipping on her face. Her dimple surfaces from her soft skin when I ask, “What color is a burp?” “Burple.” Her dimple smiles back at me.