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    THE CIRCLE by Marc Carver

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    THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver AMBIVALENCE The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know...

    THE ARROWS by Herbert Martin

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    THE ARROWS by Herbert Martin  The Arrows,ate into Saint Sebastian’s freshlike liquid acid,like somethingapplied to antiquesto preserve them,or prepare themfor a market thatwill pay millionsof dollars,...

    FOR EMILY by Joe Murphy

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    FOR EMILYby Joe Murphy For Emily In Remembrance It seems your years were set too closely together:When one toppled, all the others fell.

    POST WAR BABY by Timothy Dyson

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    POST WAR BABYby Timothy Dyson  POST WAR BABYI never knew my birth motheryet, she gave me more than lifeOn a small velvet turntablesix babies put out for choosingThe young...

    BETWEEN THE SEASONS by W. Jude Aher

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    BETWEEN THE SEASONSby W. Jude Aher between the seasons ice carved as lightdreamsshadows castingall the lost imagesbelievingbeyond the taste ofblood illusionsongs conceivingsky frozen blueclear mindsoul yearningto...

    SHOULDER TO STONE by Tim Rodriguez

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        SHOULDER TO STONEby Timothy Rodriguez   Double-thinkersopen the windowto flee this worthless limbowhich goes wantingeven though Understandingof right or wrongactually stood its groundwhile all around satamong mumbles on stepsand stoops in hopesof being cast...

    BIG HEADED ANNA by Stephanie E. Dickinson

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    big headed annaBy Stephanie E. Dickinson New Orleans, Louisiana. 1913. Yearning. Big-Headed Anna Imagines Herself asa Strange, Beautiful Name *

    A PLACE WITHOUT JARS by Graham McLennan

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    A PLACE WITHOUT THE JARSby Graham McLennan UNTITLED XVI Amenability unboundby dying oaks holdinga city built uponthe wrist bones of youthaware of their timelytrial of agingdeterioration...

    FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan

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    FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by  Maro Ghukasyan  When I understood                                                                   that the start of triumph                                                             is made on defeat,I let you goon the last day ofmy...

    THE WAR’S SON by Anwer Ghani

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    THE WAR'S SONby Anwer Ghani The War ’s Son The soldiers have returned but the capitals of my chants are still whizzing like a slim mosquito...