Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Vincent Renstrom My late friend Dale's attempts to indoctrinate our youth sometimes backfired. The everlasting image I have in my head is of Dale slightly hunched over talking to his 3-year-old niece: Hey Emily, ... Hey Emily, ... Can you say Joe Stalin? And Emily, with her natural twin airs of annoyance and condescension and a toss of her blond curls replying: No. You say Joe Stalin. Not Exactly Noncommital I’m not gonna say that I would sacrifice my life for you or anything like that, but I would definitely take a bullet for you, you know, like in the fleshy part of my thigh or something. Next Poem
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