Rich Ives

Editor back-issues, poetry

Damp Those little dream brothers were made of chicken feathers, and I had to blow their dream parts forcefully from my nose. I was lobbing bottles of vitamin water at their cute little feet.   You’ll need help to rise now and some dreams won’t take you back, as if there were something determined in their breath.   We were…

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