While we’re on the subject of suggestion, why not check out shiny new online poetry mag Vinyl, edited by Gregory Sherl and K.MA. Sullivan. Cherry trees on fire, writing the saddest letters of your life on a train, a girl from northern Maine becomes a lip balm model, a gun in locker F8 at the gym, and much more. Including Bob Hicok’s grocery list, which deliberately instructs him not to buy raining hips.
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