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Presents the prose poem "Letter to the Soft-Handed Bartender," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Goodnight, I write by way of salutation, wavering in your eyeway like a one-screw-gone stool, fumbling for valediction. Last Line: That night the ocean smelled like the ocean smells hemispheres away from wherever it was I followed you to.

Presents the prose poem "Equus Ferus," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Off to the side of the road, still foraging in stricken light. Last Line: And there I asked it of legless duns by distance darkness made.

Presents the prose poem "Letter to the Horsebreaker," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Movement is the way the horse defines itself. Last Line: Fracture then silence in which tameness fumbles for its syntax.