poems by Timothy Gager County Fair with chickens, humongous squash, pregnant pumpkins, award winning pie eating pigs, and real pigs eating garbage pies. Be careful of that shit, in the barn, where blue ribbon winners drink Pabst Blue Ribbon. The printed beer symbols on cracked plastic cups end up kicked around, beaten down loose dirt [...]

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three poems by Timothy Gager out with the cool kids We began with seven ounce pony-boy, Michelobs in Gary’s old Falcon when we weren’t playing baseball or football in someone’s backyard We hurt when trees popped up in the outfield or the secondary; the unyielding defenders we ran into full force because we wore no [...]