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Editor’s Note Spring 2023
As usual, Pegasus takes the wind out of your old editor once again. The last time I wrote an Editor’s Note, I was exhausted and elated and dang it, here I am again at these familiar rivers once again. And yet, it is as if for the first time. Because I feel like Pegasus just…
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My scope of Kentucky as a place expands – An Interview with Bernard Clay
Kentucky native Bernard Clay grew up in Louisville. He has spent years developing a deep appreciation of the state’s unique natural and urban areas. Bernard earned an MFA in creative writing from the University of Kentucky Creative Writing Program and is a member of the Affrilachian Poets collective. His work can be found in various journals and anthologies. He…
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Maya Pemble – “Hay Rolls” and “Rockbridge County Wildcats”
Hay Rolls Sadieville, Kentucky, 2022 I dreamed them once dozens dense and quiet sweet-lined down the field’s winding bed faces cartwheeling my memory a crowded reliquary perhaps proof I’d seen it then been there when one yell blessed another I tried to climb legs collapsing caught by the tight rounded V in between I fell…
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Chelsie Kreitzman – “Morning After the Ice Storm”
Every bough is full of glittering diamonds begging to be plucked, gathered in a basket like summer berries so ripe and round. But the sun is rising. By afternoon, fat, dazzling droplets dissolve, drip down branches, muddy barren earth, leave only the black bones of naked winter on the trees’ fingers. This is the way…
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Adam Woodard – “An Obituary for My Ability to Make Friends”
I am saddened to announce the death of My Ability To Make Friends. My Ability To Make Friends passed from this world last Thursday following an unfortunate public speaking incident. When asked about his current poetry project, My Ability To Make Friends gave an awkward, meandering response. I heard about a guy who made 20…
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Catherine Perkins – “What Sex Are They?” and “Winners”
What Sex Are They? I research the Encyclopedia of the Webfor how to sex marijuana plants.I find pictures of minute ball sacsand hairy white pistils the size of gnats.Outside, with magnifying glass in handI stand, spread open fans and spywith my cyclops/eagle eye for micro-penis-like protrusionsand frog’s-hair-thin-threadsof trichoblasts on tits as small as titson a…
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R.H. Miller – “Genome” and “Junction Cemetery”
Genome To see my genes encodedwould be an experience of terror.I should be overcome by bothfear and awe. Doctors predictwe will all be mapped nothing hiddenforced to face Nature’s dirty secretsface our Alzheimer’s our Parkinson’sour Huntington’s our cancersour MS our ALS our cardiac flaws.Yet as for me I prefer to stumble oninto the end of…
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Kathleen Gregg – “Sightings” and “Cut, Gathered, Arranged”
Sightings A glee club of honks drawsmy eyes skyward. Canada geesesoaracross beaming blue sky,a rippling chevronof sound and wing, life in full flight.Like my sister, once. Not this ghost of a featherdetached, adriftin thickening fog. Lifeabout to lose visibility. I watch the formation shrinkto a black arrow shootingsouth. Most geese will survivethis grueling migration, never…
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Adam Valentine – “Lean so I can whisper” and “You better hope you don’t run out of wishes”
Lean so I can whisper You know how he comes riding up on his tractor, shaking like his edgescan’t set, rolling past you a little since the brakes don’t work right, tellinghow he’s ready to scare the grass down around the radio, the dogsraising from piles like dirty snow, him covered like the dust tried…
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Melissa Helton – “Blip”
Blip – after “Today” by Hao Wang Today once more,the sun glared off the winter-saltedroad and my eyes narrowedto mostly-blind slitsas I commuted east. I will trynot to make thata metaphorfor being Americanor being white in Americaor being a straight-passingqueer in America. I will leavemy poetry notebook onthe bedside table, beside the crustyteacup whose baghas…
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