LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKED by Don McLeod

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LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod                                                                                                                Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked) Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4) the retarded boy down the streetsaid hey I want to be somebodyI knew what...

WALKING by Patrick Hurley

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WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley *** letters and numbers convergethen dissolve into pure sound suddenly visible in the pavementa repeated pattern of circles late sounds come to usapproaching dissonance beautifully eyes burn and water–the airborne miasma each cold breath a knife bladeand...

INVITATION by Gloria Monaghan

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INVITATIONBy Gloria Monaghan Invitation The road is waiting for you to walkinto the open air into the slightly grey day with the sliver of sun just over the clouds orange and unpredictable we are in God’s way each of us golden and...

DOG DAYS by Ian Smith

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DOG DAYSBy Ian Smith Dog Days Overheard in the early stages of these beige days,my last challenge, trekking the desertfar from a ruinous prime when oases always shimmered,two women walking laps refer to a dog named...

RAPTURE OF FUNK by Lenny Lewis

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THE RAPTURE OF FUNK By Lenny Lewis Two nights before Frediawas due backfrom elective castrationI carried her one-eyedblack dog down the stairs.Both of us soakedin his urine.It was all he could doto stand up. Totteringin circles....

FAREWELL by George Freek

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FAREWELLBy George Freek FAREWELL (After Tu Fu) Now we have to part.You go in one direction,I go in the other.Will we be drunk together,ever again? Last night,walking beside the lake,we sang ballads to the moon,nearly until...

LOVELY DREAMS by Mitchel Montagna

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LOVELY DREAMSBy Mitchel Montagna For Ann, 1953-1970 There’s darkness ahead, with reels of grief.But on Christmas Eve nobody could know.They gathered in church to voice their beliefin tones as serene as the falling snow.   Ann’s brother served...

MAKING IMAGES by Martin Altman

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MAKING IMAGESBy Martin Altman Making Images By the painter’s brush                                                               An image is born as picture before it’s born as speech, But in a cloud of pictures,The infant wails until the fog lifts, andThe crowd speaks to...

THINGS IN A GAP by Eduardo Escalante

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THINGS IN A GAPBy Eduardo Escalante Again Google, Mo Gawdat lines on happinessLemons or magnet for us?Rational smells with an old story:What part of my glass would I drink?Would I be a different actor?On the...

MISTAKE by Thom Young

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    MISTAKEBy Thom Young   Mistakemistakemistakelike bluebirdsquietad singingthe regret songit soundsaliveit sounds forgottenbut I know what she dideven the angelsdoand nobody cries on the outsideanymoretears stay warmthey stay safethey hurt a little morethereinside holdingtiger eyes    Sada pretty sadgentle...