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    COMFORT IN A THEORY by Mark Taksa

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    COMFORT IN A THEORYby Mark Taksa Comfort in a Theory The watering can I hold over a daisyis dry. Waiting for my neighbor to appearin her...

    RENAMED by Tom Laichas

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    RENAMED by Tom Laichas  At the Edge of Air When the newborn inhales the Breath, flesh and clay still comingle.Between earth and this...

    THIS IS MY EVENING by Diarmuid ó Maolalai

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    THIS IS MY EVENINGby Diarmuid ó Maolalai Israel and Palestine. I had put the goldfishin a small tank by the windowand had named them(some joke)Israel and...

    STEEL PROPHET by Jonathan DeCoteau

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    STEEL PROPHETby Jonathan DeCoteau  Steel Prophet The split-second cleaving of foliage—gauntFrom the haunches of marauding night—peeks through, with lead-tongued pantingAnd black crescent eyes:It is a baby...

    SYNTHESIS by Tucker Lux

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         SYNTHESISby Tucker Lux   SYNTHESISIt can happen anywhereall at once.Memories bringtrees to applausecooling, brushing skinenvelopinvade.Summer’s first whisperbrings allwayward ghosts homefrom haunting the scentI trail.Medicine for a fractured heart,split so many waysMidwestern airprairie sweet.If I...

    THE RIVER IN SUMMER by Iain Twiddy

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         THE RIVER IN SUMMERby Iain Twiddy    Leaf-fallsThe trees are squandering their leaves,crisp red and gold notes, thin as smoke,backed by a huge blue bank of sky.They pile up, add to the childish stashI...

    CITY DEER by Darren Demaree

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    CITY DEERBy Darren Demaree     CITY DEER #13there is play in emerging from the trees to consume to raise your head to bat  your ears against the quiet that will always raise a head...

    HAPPINESS by Andres Mesa

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    HAPPINESSby Andres Mesa   HappinessNo one wants to talk about happiness.One would expect,Since there’s so little of it to go around,People would clamor to hearof the twenty peopleIn the heartlandwho found their true lovestoday.Some...

    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARK by Kate LaDew

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    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARKby Kate LaDew  it’s that kind of dark exactly like in those silent films, when the man tenderly puts his arm around...

    NEGLECT by Katherine Carlman

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    NEGLECTby Katherine Carlman     My goodness ... the ache of it     Little breaths, shallow thingsLike those tiny puddlesWe used to avoid after a quick rain.There’s not enough oxygen.The air has gotten thin(Or my lungs have...