Category: Ginny Padgett Award
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mississippi choir boy sings his last sunday
by Eve Devera at mississippi baptist there’s a boy with long eyelashes.when you pass him the offering bucket,his fingers linger on yours. he’s the preacher’s boy,but he leaves the pew early and his shadow hangsin the hot air like breath in prayer against your neck.you hold a post-service picnic by the dumpsterwhere sin has never…
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we are the best lie i’ve ever told
by Isabella Ayers i love a man who takes what he wants,i leave my body so you can use it.have your fun. I’m listening to the cicadasand trying not to taste you.i’m making constellationsin the popcorn ceilingand waiting for my cigarette.i’ll be okay. if not now, soon.i just have to wait until winter,wait for snow.…
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I think I hate Charleston—
by Patrick Adkins it turned me bitter to the taste of lakewater,flattened my love for even weather,killed Charlie Hall and left his ghostwandering the green screen,while the meteorologist lieswith the same face he used in church. Charleston is a mean trick:made me despise Maryland crab cakesjust to come crawling backfor a cracked blue shell,the soft…
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