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Michael Sickler is the chair of the Studio Arts Department at Syracuse University. His poems have twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and have appeared most recently in The Salt Hill [...]

At a party a woman stares past the edge of a man’s head ignoring the space between them. The man gasps. He is sealed in the room. Her words are ether. There are those to whom conversation [...]

Tonight the moon, a shark’s eye, stares through clouds cold as murder. Sharks roll their eyes up into their heads when they bite. You can beat a shark’s face to fend off attack. Your [...]