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    ODE TO MADAM CURIE by Bray McDonald

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    ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald Ode to Madam Curie Whyfinds no comfortin reason. Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder.

    THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche

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    THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...

    LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini

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    LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini Loved Letter A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper...

    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise

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    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise Momentary Tree Visit Oak -  holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe. From its...

    RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard

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    RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade. I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a...

    RETICENCE by Rick Adams

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    RETICENCEBy Rick Adams reticence a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and...

    RUBY THROAT by Jessica Sabo

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    RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo   ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you...

    HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell

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    HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell Shoes (Global Warming Version) A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill...

    FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye

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    FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye 1. hang in there my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep...

    AFTER HIS TOUCH by Leanne Talavera

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    AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera After His Touch That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white...