The Golden Shovel
Issue #108
Spring 2009
after Gwendolyn Brooks I. 1981. When I am so small Da’s sock covers my arm, we cruise at twilight until we find the place the real men lean, bloodshot and translucent with cool. His smile is a gold-plated incantation as...
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