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Amy Miller

Restroom, Songer Wayside

No need to close the metal
door—you’ll hear any
foot or hoof, branch snapped,
rock kicked. Beyond

dry grass and oaks,
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← Greeting
Side Effects Include →

Winter 2022

Table of Contents
  • What’s Inside
  • Dedication: Ann Staley
  • Greeting
  • Restroom, Songer Wayside
  • Side Effects Include
  • Drought Stares Back
  • Hibari
  • Raven Was the One
  • Burial Ground
  • Dedication
  • Tarantula Migration on Highway 140
  • Nest
  • Pursued by What Frightens Me
  • Seven Secrets of the Autoerotic
  • Avalanche
  • Dancing in Windy Streets
  • I Wake a Day Late
  • Nocturne, A Sonzal
  • Down South
  • in the darkroom
  • aerial landscapes
  • The Grasses Are a Rainbow
  • How to Make Mountains Look Real
  • Cat Loll
  • An Ocean of Disremembering
  • Virtual Nostalgia
  • Mrs. Zaltzstein Brings Cookies
  • The Illusion of Silence
  • Jazz and Marmalade
  • Isn’t it Always This Way?
  • Call for Manuscripts
  • End of a Line
  • For Erik
  • Author Bios
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